If I Could Say It, I Would

So Long As Little Children Are Allowed To Suffer, There Is No True Love In This World.

The Dance - It Is The Rhythm Of All That Dies In Order To Live Again; It Is The Eternal Rising Of The Sun.

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.

We May Not All Break The Ten Commandments, But We Are Certainly All Capable Of It. Within Us Lurks The Breaker Of All Laws, Ready To Spring Out At The First Real Opportunity.

The Artist Is The Only Lover; He Alone Has The Pure Vision Of Beauty, And Love Is The Vision Of The Soul When It Is Permitted To Gaze Upon Immortal Beauty.