A Dancer, If She Is Great, Can

Before I Was Born My Mother Was In Great Agony Of Spirit And In A Tragic Situation. She Could Take No Food Except Iced Oysters And Champagne. If People Ask Me When I Began To Dance, I Reply 'in My Mother's Womb, Probably As A Result Of The Oysters And Champagne.'

It Is Only In Romances That People Undergo A Sudden Metamorphosis. In Real Life, Even After The Most Terrible Experiences, The Main Character Remains Exactly The Same.

I Wonder How Many Parents Realize That By The So-called Education They Are Giving Their Children, They Are Only Driving Them Into The Commonplace, And Depriving Them Of Any Chance Of Doing Anything Beautiful Or Original.

There Are Likewise Three Kinds Of Dancers: First, Those Who Consider Dancing As A Sort Of Gymnastic Drill, Made Up Of Impersonal And Graceful Arabesques; Second, Those Who, By Concentrating Their Minds, Lead The Body Into The Rhythm Of A Desired Emotion, Expressing A Remembered Feeling Or Experience. And Finally, There Are Those Who Convert The Body Into A Luminous Fluidity, Surrendering It To The Inspiration Of The Soul.

The Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?