Where there is no heart there is no art.

To follow without halt, one aim; there is the secret of success. And success? What is it? I do not find it in the applause of the theater; it lies rather in the satisfaction of accomplishment.

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.

The right to happiness is fundamental.

Whenever I have had a sudden urge to quit dancing, I just remember that moment I had when I was young and remember that dancing is what I want to do.

Where there is no heart there is no art.

It is useless to dabble in beauty. One must be utterly devoted to beauty, with every nerve of the body.