I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

I have often seen an actor laugh off the stage, but I don't remember ever having seen one weep.

They are the only honest hypocrites, their life is a voluntary dream, a studied madness.

Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.

The most difficult character in comedy is that of the fool, and he must be no simpleton that plays that part.

Actors die so loud.

Players, Sir! I look on them as no better than creatures set upon tables and joint stools to make faces and produce laughter, like dancing dogs.

A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.

We must overact our part in some measure, in order to produce any effect at all.

We become actors without realizing it, and actors without wanting to.