If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

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

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.

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.

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

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