The true theater, because it moves and makes use of living instruments, continues to stir up shadows where life has never ceased to grope its way.

The actor is an athlete of the heart.

So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do not have the right to try to eliminate those means by which man tries to cleanse himself of despair.

This is why true beauty never strikes us directly. The setting sun is beautiful because of all it makes us lose.

The actor is merely a crude empiricist, a practitioner guided by vague instinct.

The idea of a detached art, of poetry as a charm which exists only to distract our leisure, is a decadent idea and an unmistakable symptom of our power to castrate.

I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.