So That Ends My First

The Real American Type Can Never Be A Ballet Dancer. The Legs Are Too Long, The Body Too Supple And The Spirit Too Free For This School Of Affected Grace And Toe Walking.

The Dancer's Body Is Simply The Luminous Manifestation Of The Soul.

Eleonora Duse Said, "tell Me About Deirdre And Patrick," And Made Me Repeat To Her All Their Little Sayings And Ways, And Show Her Their Photos, Which She Kissed And Cried Over. She Never Said "cease To Grieve", But She Grieved With Me, And, For The First Time Since Their Death, I Felt I Was Not Alone.

I See Only The Ideal. But No Ideals Have Ever Been Fully Successful On This Earth.

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.