With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.

Most human beings today waste some 25 to 30 years of their lives before they break through the actual and conventional lies which surround them.

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 artist is the only lover; he alone has the pure vision of beauty, and love is the vision of the soul when it is permitted to gaze upon immortal beauty.

Dance is the movement of the universe concentrated in an individual.

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's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.