The work of art is a stuffed crocodile.

Dawn was breaking, like the light from another world.

Duration is the transformation of a succession into a reversion. In other words: THE BECOMING OF A MEMORY.

The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.

The theater, bringing impersonal masks to life, is only for those who are virile enough to create new life: either as a conflict of passions subtler than those we already know, or as a complete new character.

Blind and unwavering undisciplined at all times constitutes the real strength of all free men.

To keep up even a worthwhile tradition means vitiating the idea behind it which must necessarily be in a constant state of evolution: it is mad to try to express new feelings in a mummified form.