In consciousness dwells the wondrous, with it man attains the realm beyond the material, and the Peyote tells us, where to find it.

I know each conversation with a psychiatrist in the morning made me want to hang myself because I knew I could not strangle him.

If our life lacks a constant magic it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.

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

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

The race of prophets is extinct. Europe is becoming set in its ways, slowly embalming itself beneath the wrappings of its borders, its factories, its law-courts and its universities. The frozen Mind cracks between the mineral staves which close upon it.

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