Discussion Is Impossible With Someone Who Claims

The Greatest Human Ideal Is The Great Cause Of Bringing Together The Thoughts Of Europe And Asia; The Great Soul Of India Will Topple Our World.

The Theatre, Like The Fresco, Is Art Fitted To Its Place. And Therefore It Is Above All Else The Human Art, The Living Art.

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.

If There Is One Place On The Face Of The Earth Where All The Dreams Of Living Men Have Found A Home From The Very Earliest Days When Man Began The Dream Of Existence, It Is India. For More Than 30 Centuries, The Tree Of Vision, With All Its Thousand Branches And Their Millions Of Twigs, Has Sprung From This Torrid Land, The Burning Womb Of The Gods. It Renews Itself Tirelessly Showing No Signs Of Decay.

Any Man Who Is Really A Man Must Learn To Be Alone In The Midst Of Others, To Think Alone For Others, And, If Necessary, Against Others.