Dancing: The Highest Intelligence in the Freest Body.

The real American type can never be a ballet dancer. The legs are too long, the body too supple and the spirit too free for this school of affected grace and toe walking.

Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?

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

The wind? I am the wind. The sea and the moon? I am the sea and the moon. Tears, pain, love, bird-flights? I am all of them. I dance what I am. Sin, prayer, flight, the light that never was on land or sea? I dance what I am.

Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.

I finally discovered the source of all movement, the unity from which all diversities of movement are born.