I had discovered that love might be a pastime as well as a tragedy, and I gave myself to it with pagan innocence.

If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point dancing it.

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.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love-to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

The whole world is absolutely brought up on lies. We are fed nothing but lies. We begin with lies, and half our lives we live with lies. Most human beings waste some twenty-five to thirty years of their lives before they break through the actual and conventional lies which surround them.

Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.

My first idea of movement, of the dance, certainly came from the rhythm of the waves.