We do not die because we have to die; we die because one day, and not so long ago, our consciousness was forced to deem it necessary.

So society has strangled in its asylums all those it wanted to get rid of or protect itself from, because they refused to become its accomplices in certain great nastinesses.

Tragedy on the stage is no longer enough for me, I shall bring it into my own life.

Don't tire yourself more than need be, even at the price of founding a culture on the fatigue of your bones.

But how is one to make a scientist understand that there is something unalterably deranged about differential calculus, quantum theory, or the obscene and so inanely liturgical ordeals of the precession of the equinoxes.

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.

And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.