Your Words Are My Food, Your Breath

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.

Alas, We Are The Victims Of Advertisement. Those Who Taste The Joys And Sorrows Of Fame When They Have Passed Forty, Know How To Look After Themselves. They Know What Is Concealed Beneath The Flowers, And What The Gossip, The Calumnies, And The Praise Are Worth. But As For Those Who Win Fame When They Are Twenty, They Know Nothing, And Are Caught Up In The Whirlpool.

Each Action Of The Actor On The Stage Should Be The Visible Concomitant Of His Thoughts.

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.

A Defective Voice Will Always Preclude An Artist From Achieving The Complete Development Of His Art, However Intelligent He May Be.... The Voice Is An Instrument Which The Artist Must Learn To Use With Suppleness And Sureness, As If It Were A Limb.