Mime makes the invisible, visible and the visible, invisible.
Mime, like music, knows neither borders nor nationalities.
A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
It's good to shut up sometimes.
No art is superior to another one, but every art looks for expertise and perfection. This is life, which continues; this is why there is no death. There is continuation. There is no silence. There is a continuation of thought.
I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.