What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?

The theatre is the involuntary reflex of the ideas of the crowd.

Those who know the joys and miseries of celebrities when they have passed the age of forty know how to defend themselves.

... actors of the first water are not more plentiful than playwrights of genius.

What would life be without art? Science prolongs life. To consist of what-eating, drinking, and sleeping? What is the good of living longer if it is only a matter of satisfying the requirements that sustain life? All this is nothing without the charm of art.

Oscar Wilde: 'Do you mind if I smoke?' Sarah Bernhardt: 'I don't care if you burn.'

I refuse the title of artist to those who owe their reputations to a physical deformity. I regard them as buffoons.