You Were Once Wild Here.

I Have Only Danced My Life. As A Child I Danced The Spontaneous Joy Of Growing Things. As An Adolescent, I Danced With Joy Turning To Apprehension Of The First Realisation Of Tragic Undercurrents; Apprehension Of The Pitiless Brutality And Crushing Progress Of Life.

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.

I Do Not Teach Children, I Give Them Joy.

These People Seemed So Enwrapped In Snobbishness And The Glory Of Being Rich That They Had No Art Sense Whatever.

I See Only The Ideal. But No Ideals Have Ever Been Fully Successful On This Earth.