Dancing is my gift and my life... God gave me this gift to bring delight to others. I am haunted by the need to dance. It is the purest expression of every emotion, earthly and spiritual. It is happiness.
God gives talent. Work transforms talent into genius.
Master technique and then forget about it and be natural.
Where there is no heart there is no art.
The right to happiness is fundamental.
It is useless to dabble in beauty. One must be utterly devoted to beauty, with every nerve of the body.
To tend, unfailingly, unflinchingly, towards a goal, is the secret of success.
To follow without halt, one aim; there is the secret of success. And success? What is it? I do not find it in the applause of the theater; it lies rather in the satisfaction of accomplishment.
If I could have said it, I shouldn't have had to dance it.
Whenever I have had a sudden urge to quit dancing, I just remember that moment I had when I was young and remember that dancing is what I want to do.
Dance is the purest expression of every emotion, earthly and spiritual
If I can't dance then I'd rather be dead.
It is by the steady elimination of everything which is ugly - thoughts and words no less than tangible objects - and by the substitution of things of true and lasting beauty that the whole progress of humanity proceeds.
A true artist should have no secrets. On the stage, you must be able to transmit every emotion to the spectator.
Get my swan costume ready.
Success depends in a very large measure upon individual initiative and exertion, and cannot be achieved except by a dint of hard work.
When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.
I danced from the moment I could stand.
What exactly is success? For me it is to be found not in applause, but in the satisfaction of feeling that one is realizing one's ideal.
Play the last measure very softly.
Although one may fail to find happiness in theatrical life, one never wishes to give it up after having once tasted its fruits.
The more you look back into English history, the more you are forced to the conclusion that alongside civility and the deeply held convictions about individual rights, the English have a natural taste for disorder.
To follow, without halt, one aim: There's the secret of success.
To strive tirelessly and at all times to reach one's goal - therein lies the secret of success.
Once upon a time the English knew who they were.
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