Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.

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?

Although all new ideas are born in France, they are not readily adopted there. It seems that they must first commence to prosper in a foreign country.

It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.

He who is incapable of feeling strong passions, of being shaken by anger, of living in every sense of the word, will never be a good actor.

The artist's personality must be left in his dressing-room; his soul must be denuded of its own sensations and clothed with the base or noble qualities he is called upon to exhibit.... [he] must leave behind him the cares and vexations of life, throw aside his personality for several hours, and move in the dream of another life, forgetting everything.

The truth, the absolute truth, is that the chief beauty for the theatre consists in fine bodily proportions.