There Are Likewise Three Kinds Of Dancers:

The Dancer's Body Is Simply The Luminous Manifestation Of Her Soul...this Is The Truly Creative Dancer, Natural But Not Imitative, Speaking In Movement Out Of Herself And Out Of Something Greater Than All Selves.

When I Was Sixteen, I Danced Before An Audience Without Music. At The End Someone Suddenly Cried 'its Death And The Maiden'. But That Was Not My Intention; I Was Only Endeavoring To Express My First Knowledge Of The Underlying Tragedy In All Seemingly Joyous Manifestation. The Dance According With My Comprehension, Should Have Been Called 'life And The Maiden'.

Eleonora Duse Said, "tell Me About Deirdre And Patrick," And Made Me Repeat To Her All Their Little Sayings And Ways, And Show Her Their Photos, Which She Kissed And Cried Over. She Never Said "cease To Grieve", But She Grieved With Me, And, For The First Time Since Their Death, I Felt I Was Not Alone.

Art Is Not Necessary At All. All That Is Necessary To Make This World A Better Place To Live In Is To Love - To Love As Christ Loved, As Buddha Loved.

The Movement Of The Waves, Of Winds, Of The Earth Is Ever In The Same Lasting Harmony. We Do Not Stand On The Beach And Inquire Of The Ocean What Was Its Movement Of The Past And What Will Be Its Movement Of The Future. We Realize That The Movement Peculiar To Its Nature Is Eternal To Its Nature. The Dancer Of The Future Will Be One Whose Body And Soul Have Grown So Harmoniously Together That The Natural Language Of That Soul Will Have Become The Movement Of The Body.