If he was lost for a moment, he would dive straight back into its honey.

Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it.

We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.

Acting is a masochistic form of exhibitionism. It is not quite the occupation of an adult.

I am far from sure when I am acting and when I am not or, should I more frankly put it, when I am lying and when I am not. For what is acting but lying and what is good acting but convincing lying?

Acting is illusion, as much illusion as magic is - and not so much a matter of being real.

I believe in the theater; I believe in it as the first glamorizer of thought. It restores dramatic dynamics and their relations to life size.