The theatre, like the fresco, is art fitted to its place. And therefore it is above all else the human art, the living art.
The artist is the compass which, through the raging of the storm, points steadily to the north.
Every man, every art, has its hypocrisy. The world is fed with little and many lies.
You desire a popular art? Begin by having a "people" whose minds are liberated, a people not crushed by misery and ceaseless toil, not brutalized by every superstition and every fanaticism, a people of itself, and victor in the fight that is being waged today.
It is the artist's business to create sunshine when the sun fails.