Olivier's was, to my mind, the definitive Macbeth. Olivier had murder in his heart the moment he came on the stage.

Acting is half shame, half glory. Shame at exhibiting yourself, glory when you can forget yourself.

I don't know what is better than the work that is given to the actor - to teach the human heart the knowledge of itself.

Just let the wardrobe do the acting

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting, 'Twas only when he was off, he was acting

Without acting I cannot breathe.