Movements Are As Eloquent As Words.

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?

I Am Seeking That Dance Which Might Be The Divine Expression Of The Human Spirit Through The Medium Of The Body's Movement.

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.

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

No Composer Has Yet Caught This Rhythm Of America - It Is Too Mighty For The Ears Of Most.