First One Works Alone Through

Precepts, Conventions - Above All Traditions - Have No Value In Art.

Work Means So Many Things! So Many! Among Other Things, Work Also Means Freedom. ... Without It Even The Miracle Of Love Is Only A Cruel Deception.

The One Happiness Is To Shut One's Door Upon A Little Room, With A Table Before One, And To Create; To Create Life In That Isolation From Life.

To Save The Theatre, The Theatre Must Be Destroyed, The Actors And Actresses Must All Die Of The Plague. They Poison The Air, They Make Art Impossible. It Is Not Drama That They Play, But Pieces For The Theatre. We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air; The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.

We Should Return To The Greeks, Play In The Open Air: The Drama Dies Of Stalls And Boxes And Evening Dress, And People Who Come To Digest Their Dinner.