The abuse of the best things is always detrimental.

When the music and dance create with accord...their magic captivates both the heart and the mind.

A fine picture is but the image of nature; a finished ballet is nature herself.

It is shameful that dancing should renounce the empire it might assert over the mind and only endeavor to please the sight.

This art, born of genius and good taste, can become beautiful and varied to an infinite degree.

In order to dance well, nothing is so important as the turning outwards of the thigh; and nothing is so natural to men as the contrary position.

If our ballets be feeble, monotonous and dull, if they be devoid of ideas, meaning, expression and character, it is less the fault of the art than that of the artist.

True art consists in concealing art.

It is not a question of skimming the surface of the art, it must be probed to its depths, for to seize upon superficial things only is to degenerate into mediocrity and obscurity.

Dancing and ballets would undoubtedly take on a new lease on life, if the customs established by a spirit of fear and jealousy did not in some way close the path of glory.

Applause lavished at a whim and without discernment, often proves the ruin of young people training for a stage career.

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

Success depends in a very large measure upon individual initiative and exertion and cannot be achieved except by a dint of hard work.

By the late '70s I had come to question the point of a great deal of what we were doing, in terms of the CIA's overall charter.

Empowering women isn't for women, but for the world.

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience.

It may be conceit, but I believe the subject will interest the public, and I am sure that the views are original.

If you had only truth, goodness, and harmony on your side, and the complete absence of the other, there would be no creative impulse.

A man's character always takes its hue, more or less, from the form and color of things about him.

I like one hair, tuna fish, the smell of rain and things that are pink. I hate pimples, baked potatoes, when my mother's mad, and religious holidays.

One might lay down as a postulate: All conceptions of God which are incompatible with a movement of pure charity are false. All other conceptions of him, in varying degree, are true.