It Is By Spending Oneself

The Monster Of Advertisement...is A Sort Of Octopus With Innumerable Tentacles. It Throws Out To Right And Left, In Front And Behind, Its Clammy Arms, And Gathers In, Through Its Thousand Little Suckers, All The Gossip And Slander And Praise Afloat.

Those Who Know The Joys And Miseries Of Celebrities When They Have Passed The Age Of Forty Know How To Defend Themselves.

Me Pray? Never! I'm An Atheist.

For The Theatre One Needs Long Arms... An Artiste With Short Arms Can Never Make A Fine Gesture.

What Would Life Be Without Art? Science Prolongs Life. To Consist Of What-eating, Drinking, And Sleeping? What Is The Good Of Living Longer If It Is Only A Matter Of Satisfying The Requirements That Sustain Life? All This Is Nothing Without The Charm Of Art.