If you're really truthful with yourself, it's a wonderful guidance.

Imagination means nothing without doing.

From such trivia, I believe my soul was born.

Man as an individual is a genius. But men in the mass form the headless monster, a great, brutish idiot that goes where prodded.

I've arrived at the age where a platonic friendship can be sustained on the highest moral plane.

I had no idea of the character. But the moment I was dressed, the clothes and the make-up made me feel the person he was. I began to know him, and by the time I walked onto the stage he was fully born.

Why should poetry have to make sense?