Ballet Is A Dance Executed By The

A Deception That Elevates Us Is Dearer Than A Host Of Low Truths.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

It's A Lucky Man, A Very Lucky Man, Who Is Committed To What He Believes, Who Has Stifled Intellectual Detachment And Can Relax In The Luxury Of His Emotions - Like A Tipsy Traveller Resting For The Night At Wayside Inn.

Thus People--so It Seems To Me-- Become Good Friends From Sheer Ennui.

Play Interests Me Very Much," Said Hermann: "but I Am Not In The Position To Sacrifice The Necessary In The Hope Of Winning The Superfluous.