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

Man must speak, then sing, then dance. The speaking is the brain, the thinking man. The singing is the emotion. The dancing is the Dionysian ecstasy which carries away all.

The Dance of the Future will have to become again a high religious art as it was with the Greeks. For art which is not religious is not art, it is mere merchandise

The first essential in writing about anything is that the writer should have no experience of the matter.

Oh Woman, come before us, before our eyes longing for beauty, and tired of the ugliness of civilization, come in simple tunics, letting us see the line and harmony of the body beneath, and dance for us. Dance us the sweetness of life. Give us again the sweetness and the beauty of the true dance, give us again the joy of seeing the simple unconscious pure body of a woman. Like a great call it has come, and women must hear it and answer it.

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

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