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

Ibsen is like this room where we are sitting, with all the tables and chairs. Do I care whether you have twenty or twenty-five links on your chain? Hedda Gabler, Nora and the rest: it is not that I want! I want Rome and the Coliseum, the Acropolis, Athens; I want beauty, and the flame of life.

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

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.

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

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

Precepts, conventions - above all traditions - have no value in art.