There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.

one should always talk well about oneself! The word spreads around and in the end, noone remembers where it started

Lack of manners is the sign of a hero.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness.