The one happiness is to shut one's door upon a little room, with a table before one, and to create; to create life in that isolation from life.

... does it seem to you that it is possible to speak of Art? It would be the same as explaining love!

If I had my will, I would live in a ship on the sea and never come nearer to humanity than that!

To save the Theatre, the Theatre must be destroyed, and actors and actresses all die of the Plague ... they make art impossible.

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

First one works alone through the mind, then before the public through experience.

Anyone who presumes to teach art has no understanding of it.