The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

Or that passion to act a part that sometimes makes us do things finer than we are ourselves?

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

Art has no influence upon action. It annihilates the desire to act. It is superbly sterile. The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.

No, Ernest, don't talk about action. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

Action is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.