Memories Are Less Tangible Than

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

We May Not All Break The Ten Commandments, But We Are Certainly All Capable Of It. Within Us Lurks The Breaker Of All Laws, Ready To Spring Out At The First Real Opportunity.

No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed Save It Was Nourished By Tears Of Agony.

The Dance Of The Future Will Have To Become Again A High Religious Art As It Was With The Greeks. For Art Which Is Not Religious Is Not Art, It Is Mere Merchandise

No Composer Has Yet Caught This Rhythm Of America - It Is Too Mighty For The Ears Of Most.