So That Ends My First Experience Of

The Dancer's Body Is Simply The Luminous Manifestation Of The Soul. The True Dance Is An Expression Of Serenity; It Is Controlled By The Profound Rhythm Of Inner Emotion. Emotion Does Not Reach The Moment Of Frenzy Out Of A Spurt Of Action; It Broods First, It Sleeps Like The Life In The Seed, And It Unfolds With A Gentle Slowness. The Greeks Understood The Continuing Beauty Of A Movement That Mounted, That Spread, That Ended With A Promise Of Rebirth.

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.

To Express What Is The Most Moral, Healthful And Beautiful In Art This Is The Mission Of The Dancer, And To This I Dedicate My Life.

Memories Are Less Tangible Than Dreams.

I Wonder How Many Parents Realize That By The So-called Education They Are Giving Their Children, They Are Only Driving Them Into The Commonplace, And Depriving Them Of Any Chance Of Doing Anything Beautiful Or Original.