All My Life I Have Struggled To

I Had Learned To Have A Perfect Nausea For The Theatre: The Continual Repetition Of The Same Words And The Same Gestures, Night After Night, And The Caprices, The Way Of Looking At Life, And The Entire Rigmarole Disgusted Me.

I Intend To Work For This Dance Of The Future. I Do Not Know Whether I Have The Necessary Qualities; I May Have Neither Genius Nor Talent Nor Temperament. But I Know That I Have A Will; And Will And Energy Sometimes Prove Greater Than Either Genius Or Talent Or Temperament.

Any Intelligent Woman Who Reads The Marriage Contract, And Then Goes Into It, Deserves All The Consequences.

What One Has Not Experienced, One Will Never Understand In Print.

The Real American Type Can Never Be A Ballet Dancer. The Legs Are Too Long, The Body Too Supple And The Spirit Too Free For This School Of Affected Grace And Toe Walking.