Music Fathoms The Sky.

From Satan Or From God, What Matter? Angel Or Siren, What Matter, If You Make - Fairy With Velvet Eyes, Rhythm, Perfume, Light, O My Only Queen - The Universe Less Hideous, Each Moment Less Strained?

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music

The More One Works, The Better One Works, And The More One Wants To Work. The More One Produces, The More Fertile One Grows.

It Would Perhaps Be Nice To Be Alternately The Victim And The Executioner.

A Work Of Art Should Be Like A Well-planned Crime.