All Writing Is Garbage. People

To Break Through Language In Order To Touch Life Is To Create Or Re-create The Theater.

The Truth Of Life Lies In The Impulsiveness Of Matter. The Mind Of Man Has Been Poisoned By Concepts. Do Not Ask Him To Be Content, Ask Him Only To Be Calm, To Believe That He Has Found His Place. But Only The Madman Is Really Calm.

Cruelty In The Theatre Is Unrelenting Decisiveness, Diligence, Strictness.

Actors Are Athletes Of The Heart.

The Idea Of A Detached Art, Of Poetry As A Charm Which Exists Only To Distract Our Leisure, Is A Decadent Idea And An Unmistakable Symptom Of Our Power To Castrate.