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Man Must Speak, Then Sing, Then Dance. The Speaking Is The Brain, The Thinking Man. The Singing Is The Emotion. The Dancing Is The Dionysian Ecstasy Which Carries Away All.

Will And Energy Sometimes Prove Greater Than Either Genius Or Talent Or Temperament.

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.

America Knows Nothing Of Food, Love, Or Art.

If I Could Say It, I Would Not Have To Dance It.