The theatre, like the fresco, is art fitted to its place. And therefore it is above all else the human art, the living art.

There is no joy other than the joy of creating. There is no man who is truly alive other than one who is creating. All others are just shadows on the earth with nothing to do with being alive. The joy of living, whether it is love or action, is the joy of creating.

His (Swami Vivekananda) words are great music, phrases in the style of Beethoven, stirring rhythms like the march of Handel choruses. I cannot touch these sayings of his, scattered as they are through the pages of books, at thirty years' distance, without receiving a thrill through my body like an electric shock. And what shocks, what transports, must have been produced when in burning words they issued from the lips of the hero!

Every race, every art has its hypocrisy. The world is fed with a little truth and many lies.

Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

It is the artist's business to create sunshine when the sun fails.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.