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

It is not opium which makes me work but its absence, and in order for me to feel its absence it must from time to time be present.

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.

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.

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.

When we speak the word 'life,' it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.

Cruelty in the theatre is unrelenting decisiveness, diligence, strictness.