You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.
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.
My motto – sans limites.
Dancing: The Highest Intelligence in the Freest Body.
Let us first teach little children to breathe, to vibrate, to feel, and to become one with the general harmony and movement of nature. Let us first produce a beautiful human being, a dancing child.
The wind? I am the wind. The sea and the moon? I am the sea and the moon. Tears, pain, love, bird-flights? I am all of them. I dance what I am. Sin, prayer, flight, the light that never was on land or sea? I dance what I am.
If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it.
The Dance – it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again; it is the eternal rising of the sun.
Dance is the movement of the universe concentrated in an individual.
America knows nothing of food, love, or art.
I wonder how many parents realize that by the so-called education they are giving their children, they are only driving them into the commonplace, and depriving them of any chance of doing anything beautiful or original.