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.

If I could have said it, I shouldn't have had to dance it.

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

A true artist should have no secrets. On the stage, you must be able to transmit every emotion to the spectator.

If I can't dance then I'd rather be dead.

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.

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.