Slow Down? Rest? With All Eternity Before

The Dramatic Art Would Appear To Be Rather A Feminine Art; It Contains In Itself All The Artifices Which Belong To The Province Ofwoman: The Desire To Please, Facility To Express Emotions And Hide Defects, And The Faculty Of Assimilation Which Is The Real Essence Of Woman.

If I Have A Foreign Accent—which I Much Regret—it Is Cosmopolitan, But Not Teutonic. I Am A Daughter Of The Great Jewish Race, And My Somewhat Uncultivated Language Is The Outcome Of Our Enforced Wanderings.

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?

For The Theatre One Needs Long Arms... An Artiste With Short Arms Can Never Make A Fine Gesture.

Your Words Are My Food, Your Breath My Wine. You Are Everything To Me.