I Do Not Teach Children, I Give

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.

I Finally Discovered The Source Of All Movement, The Unity From Which All Diversities Of Movement Are Born.

The Only Dance Masters I Could Have Were Jean-jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman And Nietzsche.

It Seems To Me Monstrous That Anyone Should Believe That The Jazz Rhythm Expresses America. Jazz Rhythm Expresses The Primitive Savage.

The Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?