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The Dance - It Is The Rhythm Of All That Dies In Order To Live Again; It Is The Eternal Rising Of The Sun.

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.

Will And Energy Sometimes Prove Greater Than Either Genius Or Talent Or Temperament.

Memories Are Less Tangible Than Dreams.

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