There Are Joys So Complete,

Many Women To Whom I Have Preached The Doctrine Of Freedom Have Weakly Replied, 'but Who Is To Support The Children?' It Seems To Me That If The Marriage Ceremony Is Needed As A Protection To Insure The Enforced Support Of Children, Then You Are Marrying A Man Who, You Suspect, Would Under Certain Conditions, Refuse To Support His Children, And It Is A Pretty Low-down Proposition. For You Are Marrying A Man Whom You Already Suspect Of Being A Villain. But I Have Not So Poor An Opinion Of Men That I Believe The Greater Percentage Of Them To Be Such Low Specimens Of Humanity.

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.

The Noblest Art Is The Nude. This Truth Is Recognized By All, And Followed By Painters, Sculptors And Poets. Only The Dancer Has Forgotten It, Who Should Remember It, As The Instrument Of [the Dance] Art Is The Human Body Itself.

The Only Dance Masters I Could Have Were Jean-jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman And Nietzsche.

All My Lovers Have Been Geniuses; It's The One Thing That I Insist.