The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Music fathoms the sky.

Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.