I Do Not Teach Children, I Give

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.

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.

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.

Anybody Can And Should Dance... It's Good For The Body And The Spirit.

There Are Likewise Three Kinds Of Dancers: First, Those Who Consider Dancing As A Sort Of Gymnastic Drill, Made Up Of Impersonal And Graceful Arabesques; Second, Those Who, By Concentrating Their Minds, Lead The Body Into The Rhythm Of A Desired Emotion, Expressing A Remembered Feeling Or Experience. And Finally, There Are Those Who Convert The Body Into A Luminous Fluidity, Surrendering It To The Inspiration Of The Soul.