Farewell My Friends, I Go To Glory.

With What Price We Pay For The Glory Of Motherhood.

I Hope That Schools Have Changed Since I Was A Little Girl. My Memory Of The Teaching Of The Public Schools Is That It Showed The Brutal Incomprehension Of Children.

America Knows Nothing Of Food, Love, Or Art.

My Art Is Just An Effort To Express The Truth Of My Being In Gesture And Movement. It Has Taken Me Long Years To Find Even One Absolutely True Movement.

Movements Are As Eloquent As Words.