One might say that the American trend of education is to reduce the senses almost to nil.

Eleonora Duse said, "Tell me about Deirdre and Patrick," and made me repeat to her all their little sayings and ways, and show her their photos, which she kissed and cried over. She never said "Cease to grieve", but she grieved with me, and, for the first time since their death, I felt I was not alone.

I see only the ideal. But no ideals have ever been fully successful on this earth.

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 only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche.

To dance is to live. What I want is a school of life.

There are joys so complete, so all perfect, that one should not survive them.