No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed

I See Only The Ideal. But No Ideals Have Ever Been Fully Successful On This Earth.

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.'

I Have Only Danced My Life. As A Child I Danced The Spontaneous Joy Of Growing Things. As An Adolescent, I Danced With Joy Turning To Apprehension Of The First Realisation Of Tragic Undercurrents; Apprehension Of The Pitiless Brutality And Crushing Progress Of Life.

The Noblest Art Is The Nude. This Truth Is Recognized By All, And Followed By Painters, Sculptors And Poets. Only The Dancer Has Forgotten It, Who Should Remember It, As The Instrument Of [the Dance] Art Is The Human Body Itself.

I Had Discovered That Love Might Be A Pastime As Well As A Tragedy, And I Gave Myself To It With Pagan Innocence.