All My Life I Have Struggled To

With What Price We Pay For The Glory Of Motherhood.

I Do Not Teach Children, I Give Them Joy.

Man Must Speak, Then Sing, Then Dance. The Speaking Is The Brain, The Thinking Man. The Singing Is The Emotion. The Dancing Is The Dionysian Ecstasy Which Carries Away All.

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.

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