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Although all new ideas are born in France, they are not readily adopted there. It seems that they must first commence to prosper in a foreign country.
 

Each action of the actor on the stage should be the visible concomitant of his thoughts.
 

For the theatre one needs long arms... an artiste with short arms can never make a fine gesture.
 

He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor.
 

I adore Chicago. It is the pulse of America.
 

I do love cricket - it's so very English.
 

I have often been asked why I am so fond of playing male parts. As a matter of fact, it is not male parts, but male brains that I prefer.
 

I have, thanks to my travels, added to my stock all the superstitions of other countries. I know them all now, and in any critical moment of my life, they all rise up in armed legions for or against me.
 

It is in spending oneself that one becomes rich.
 

Legend remains victorious in spite of history.
 

Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.
 

Once the curtain is raised, the actor is ceases to belong to himself. He belongs to his character, to his author, to his public. He must do the impossible to identify himself with the first, not to betray the second, and not to disappoint the third.
 

Oscar Wilde: 'Do you mind if I smoke?' Sarah Bernhardt: 'I don't care if you burn.'
 

Permanent success cannot be achieved except by incessant intellectual labour, always inspired by the ideal.
 

The actor is too prone to exaggerate his powers; he wants to play Hamlet when his appearance is more suitable to King Lear.
 

The theatre is the involuntary reflex of the ideas of the crowd.
 

The truth, the absolute truth, is that the chief beauty for the theatre consists in fine bodily proportions.
 

To be a good actor... it is necessary to have a firmly tempered soul, to be surprised at nothing, to resume each minute the laborious task that has barely just been finished.
 

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?
 

What would life be without art? Science prolongs life. To consist of what-eating, drinking, and sleeping? What is the good of living longer if it is only a matter of satisfying the requirements that sustain life? All this is nothing without the charm of art.
[Happiness]
 


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