We all bear within us the potentiality for every kind of passion, every fate, every way of life. Nothing human is alien to us. If this were not so, we could not understand other people, either in life or in art. But inheritance and upbringing foster individual experiences and develop only a few of our thousands of possibilities. The others gradually sicken and die.
Max Reinhardt, Fraeda Parish (1973). “Max Reinhardt, 1873-1973: a centennial Festschrift of memorial essays and interviews on the one hundredth anniversary of his birth”
