It is the mission of all art to express the highest and most beautiful ideals of man.

I had learned to have a perfect nausea for the theatre: the continual repetition of the same words and the same gestures, night after night, and the caprices, the way of looking at life, and the entire rigmarole disgusted me.

I do not teach children, I give them joy.

I had discovered that love might be a pastime as well as a tragedy, and I gave myself to it with pagan innocence.

My first idea of movement, of the dance, certainly came from the rhythm of the wave.

Any woman or man who would write the truth of their lives would write a great work. But no one has dared to write the truth of their lives.

The whole world is absolutely brought up on lies. We are fed nothing but lies. It begins with lies and half our lives we live with lies.