My First Idea Of Movement, Of The

When I Was Sixteen, I Danced Before An Audience Without Music. At The End Someone Suddenly Cried 'its Death And The Maiden'. But That Was Not My Intention; I Was Only Endeavoring To Express My First Knowledge Of The Underlying Tragedy In All Seemingly Joyous Manifestation. The Dance According With My Comprehension, Should Have Been Called 'life And The Maiden'.

The Wind? I Am The Wind. The Sea And The Moon? I Am The Sea And The Moon. Tears, Pain, Love, Bird-flights? I Am All Of Them. I Dance What I Am. Sin, Prayer, Flight, The Light That Never Was On Land Or Sea? I Dance What I Am.

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.

The First Essential In Writing About Anything Is That The Writer Should Have No Experience Of The Matter.

So Long As Little Children Are Allowed To Suffer, There Is No True Love In This World.