One Cannot Demand Of Art That It

I Love Playing Chekhov. That's The Hardest; That's Why I Love It Most.

For Some Strange Reason, We Believe That Anyone Who Lived Before We Were Born Was In Some Peculiar Way A Different Kind Of Human Being From Any We Have Come In Contact With In Our Own Lifetime. This Concept Must Be Changed; We Must Realize In Our Bones That Almost Everything In Time And History Has Changed Except The Human Being.

The Actor Must Know That Since He, Himself, Is The Instrument, He Must Play On It To Serve The Character With The Same Effortless Dexterity With Which The Violinist Makes Music On His. Just Because He Doesn't Look Like A Violin Is No Reason To Assume His Techniques Should Be Thought Of As Less Difficult.

The Knowledge That Every Day There Is Something More To Learn, Something Higher To Reach For, Something New To Make For Others, Makes Each Day Infinitely Precious

Maybe The One I Enjoyed Playing Most Was A Month In The Country.