Rare is the human being, immature or mature, who has never felt an impulse to pretend he is some one or something else.

We do not kill the drama, we do not really limit its appeal by failing to encourage the best in it; but we do thereby foster the weakest and poorest elements.

The drama is a great revealer of life.

Drama read to oneself is never drama at its best, and is not even drama as it should be.

In reading plays, however, it should always be remembered that any play, however great, loses much when not seen in action.

Farce treats the improbable as probable, the impossible as possible.

But what is drama? Broadly speaking, it is whatever by imitative action rouses interest or gives pleasure.