All my life I have struggled to make one authentic gesture.

No flower of art ever fully blossomed save it was nourished by tears of agony.

I am seeking that dance which might be the divine expression of the human spirit through the medium of the body's movement.

My art is just an effort to express the truth of my being in gesture and movement. It has taken me long years to find even one absolutely true movement.

Others loved themselves, money, theories, power: Lenin loved his fellow men.... Lenin was God, as Christ was God, because God is Love and Christ and Lenin were all Love!

Will and energy sometimes prove greater than either genius or talent or temperament.

Now I am going to reveal to you something which is very pure, a totally white thought. It is always in my heart; it blooms at each of my steps... The Dance is love, it is only love, it alone, and that is enough... I, then, it is amorously that I dance: to poems, to music but now I would like to no longer dance to anything but the rhythm of my soul.