The Artist Is The Only Lover; He

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.

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.

To Dance Is To Live. What I Want Is A School Of Life.

You Were Once Wild Here. Don't Let Them Tame You.

My First Idea Of Movement, Of The Dance, Certainly Came From The Rhythm Of The Wave.