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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
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To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold--
For this the tragic Muse first trod the stage.
See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run;
and yet they steal my thunder.
See, how these rascals use me! They will not let my play run;
and yet they steal my thunder.
My favorite review described me as the cinematic equivalent of junk mail.
My favorite review described me as the cinematic equivalent of junk mail.
My only regret in the theatre is that I could never sit out front
and watch me.
My only regret in the theatre is that I could never sit out front
and watch me.
A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.
A good actor must never be in love with anyone but himself.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting
'Twas only that when he was off, he was acting.
The point of acting is to pretend you're someone else and sell a story.
The point of acting is to pretend you're someone else and sell a story.
The play was a great success but the audience was a disaster.
The play was a great success but the audience was a disaster.
