Farewell My Friends, I Go To Glory.

A Dancer, If She Is Great, Can Give To The People Something That They Can Carry With Them Forever. They Can Never Forget It, And It Has Changed Them, Though They May Never Know It.

No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed Save It Was Nourished By Tears Of Agony.

I Had Discovered That Love Might Be A Pastime As Well As A Tragedy, And I Gave Myself To It With Pagan Innocence.

Now I Am Going To Reveal To You Something Which Is Very Pure, A Totally White Thought. It Is Always In My Heart; It Blooms At Each Of My Steps... The Dance Is Love, It Is Only Love, It Alone, And That Is Enough... I, Then, It Is Amorously That I Dance: To Poems, To Music But Now I Would Like To No Longer Dance To Anything But The Rhythm Of My Soul.

These People Seemed So Enwrapped In Snobbishness And The Glory Of Being Rich That They Had No Art Sense Whatever.