America Knows Nothing Of Food,

I Had Learned To Have A Perfect Nausea For The Theatre: The Continual Repetition Of The Same Words And The Same Gestures, Night After Night, And The Caprices, The Way Of Looking At Life, And The Entire Rigmarole Disgusted Me.

There Are Joys So Complete, So All Perfect, That One Should Not Survive Them.

If I Could Say It, I Would Not Have To Dance It.

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.

Farewell My Friends, I Go To Glory.