I Had Discovered That Love

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

I Would Rather Live In Russia On Black Bread And Vodka Than In The United States At The Best Hotels. America Knows Nothing Of Food, Love Or Art.

I Had Learned To Have A Perfect Nausea For The Theatre: The Continual Repetition Of The Same Words And The Same Gestures, Night After Night, And The Caprices, The Way Of Looking At Life, And The Entire Rigmarole Disgusted Me.

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 Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?