Each of us, face to face with other men, is clothed with some sort of dignity, but we know only too well all the unspeakable things that go on in the heart.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be, like the reality of yesterday, an illusion tomorrow.
Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.
Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
Anyone can be heroic from time to time, but a gentleman is something you have to be all the time.
If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
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You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.
When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.
I would love to spend all my time writing to you; I'd love to share with you all that goes through my mind, all that weighs on my heart, all that gives air to my soul; phantoms of art, dreams that would be so beautiful if they could come true.
I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.
When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.
I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking...
A fact is like a sack - it won't stand up if it's empty. To make it stand up, first you have to put in it all the reasons and feelings that caused it in the first place.
Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!
…my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve to you.
What is the stage? It's a place, baby, you know, where people play at being serious, a place where they act comedies. We've got to act a comedy now, dead serious.
Drama is action, sir, action and not confounded philosophy.
Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.
You don’t appreciate the fact that madmen are very lucky.
In his madness he became a terrifying actor!
Have you ever thought to go away and never come back? Run away and lose your tracks, to go to a place far away and start living again, living a new life, only yours, really live? Did you ever think?
Logic is one thing, the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out.
Una realtà non ci fu data e non c'è, dobbiamo farcela noi: non sarà mai una per tutti e per sempre ma di continuo e infinitamente mutabile.
And no one realizes we should all, always, look like that, each with his eyes full of horror at his own, inescapable solitude.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
The history of mankind is the history of ideas.
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.
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We get paid to hang out in this beautiful court! Four puppets on a string, just like those two up there (pointing to the two hanging puppets), waiting for someone to jerk them into life and make them talk.
For man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers;
The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.
Nowhere! It is merely to show you that one is born to life in many forms, in many shapes, as tree, or as stone, as water, as butterfly, or as woman. So one may also be born a character in a play.
