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

No drama, however great, is entirely independent of the stage on which it is given.

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

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

When the drama attains a characterization which makes the play a revelation of human conduct and a dialogue which characterizes yet pleases for itself, we reach dramatic literature.

Sensitive, responsive, eagerly welcomed everywhere, the drama, holding the mirror up to nature, by laughter and by tears reveals to mankind the world of men.

There is no essential difference between the material of comedy and tragedy. All depends on the point of view of the dramatist, which, by clever emphasis, he tries to make the point of view of his audience.