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.

These people seemed so enwrapped in snobbishness and the glory of being rich that they had no art sense whatever.

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

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

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love - to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

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

Let us first teach little children to breathe, to vibrate, to feel, and to become one with the general harmony and movement of nature. Let us first produce a beautiful human being, a dancing child.