Where There Is No Heart

When A Small Child, I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong, Happiness Is Like A Butterfly Which Appears And Delights Us For One Brief Moment, But Soon Flits Away.

It Is By The Steady Elimination Of Everything Which Is Ugly - Thoughts And Words No Less Than Tangible Objects - And By The Substitution Of Things Of True And Lasting Beauty That The Whole Progress Of Humanity Proceeds.

It Is Useless To Dabble In Beauty. One Must Be Utterly Devoted To Beauty, With Every Nerve Of The Body.

Master Technique And Then Forget About It And Be Natural.

Dance Is The Purest Expression Of Every Emotion, Earthly And Spiritual