The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius. I reserve all my genius to my life; my talent is the only one behind my works.
Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about. Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious, He doesn't see things as they really are, if He did, he would cease to be an artist.
I am glad this exists and that it can disturb the monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
Today I went to the theatre, where the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being is performed.
The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.
I am currently writing some essays (apart from plays and other stuff). You have been reading the tip of the iceberg of some of my conclusions all this time. I hope to make a compilation of these soon.
The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action.
Nevertheless, action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.