First one works alone through the mind, then before the public through experience. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would start afresh in this field with the certainty of accomplishing much. But… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
Ibsen is like this room where we are sitting, with all the tables and chairs. Do I care whether you have twenty… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the theatre, the theatre must be destroyed, the actors and actresses must all die of the plague. They poison the… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the Theatre, the Theatre must be destroyed, and actors and actresses all die of the Plague ... they make art impossible. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
First one works alone through the mind, then before the public through experience. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
Work means so many things! So many! Among other things, work also means freedom. ... Without it even the miracle of love is only… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would start afresh in this field with the certainty of accomplishing much. But I should… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
I use everything that I pick up in my memory, and everything that vibrates in my soul. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
Ibsen is like this room where we are sitting, with all the tables and chairs. Do I care whether you have twenty or twenty-five… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
We should return to the Greeks, play in the open air: the drama dies of stalls and boxes and evening dress, and people who… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
... does it seem to you that it is possible to speak of Art? It would be the same as explaining love! — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the theatre, the theatre must be destroyed, the actors and actresses must all die of the plague. They poison the air, they… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if the simplest things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice,… — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
To save the Theatre, the Theatre must be destroyed, and actors and actresses all die of the Plague ... they make art impossible. — Eleanora Duse Copy Share Image
