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.

The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.

No composer has yet caught this rhythm of America - it is too mighty for the ears of most.

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