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

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.

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.

The dancer of the future will be one whose body & soul have grown so harmoniously together that the natural language of the soul will have become the movement of the body.

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

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

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