I use everything that I pick up in my memory, and everything that vibrates in my soul.

To help, to continually help and share, that is the sum of all knowledge; that is the meaning of art.

When we grow old, there can only be one regret - not to have given enough of ourselves.

The weaker partner in a marriage is the one who loves the most.

I did not use paint, I made myself up morally.

If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would start afresh in this field with the certainty of accomplishing much. But I should have to learn from the bottom up, forgetting the theatre entirely and concentrating on the special medium of this new art. My mistake, and that of many others, lay in employing "theatrical" techniques despite every effort to avoid them. Here is something quite, quite fresh, a penetrating form of visual poetry, an untried exponent of the human soul. Alas, I am too old for it!

We should return to the Greeks, play in the open air: the drama dies of stalls and boxes and evening dress, and people who come to digest their dinner.