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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.

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.

A Dancer, If She Is Great, Can Give To The People Something That They Can Carry With Them Forever. They Can Never Forget It, And It Has Changed Them, Though They May Never Know It.

It Has Taken Me Years Of Struggle, Hard Work And Research To Learn To Make One Simple Gesture, And I Know Enough About The Art Of Writing To Realize That It Would Take As Many Years Of Concentrated Effort To Write One Simple, Beautiful Sentence.

I Have Discovered The Dance. I Have Discovered The Art Which Has Been Lost For Two Thousand Years