Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

No Task Is A Long One But The Task On Which One Dare Not Start. It Becomes A Nightmare.

I Have To Confess That I Had Gambled On My Soul And Lost It With Heroic Insouciance And Lightness Of Touch. The Soul Is So Impalpable, So Often Useless, And Sometimes Such A Nuisance, That I Felt No More Emotion On Losing It Than If, On A Stroll, I Had Mislaid My Visiting Card.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music

Go Then, A Starveling Girl With No Perfume Or Pearls, Only Your Nudity O My Beauty!

To Be Away From Home And Yet To Feel Oneself Everywhere At Home; To See The World, To Be At The Centre Of The World, And Yet To Remain Hidden From The World—impartial Natures Which The Tongue Can But Clumsily Define. The Spectator Is A Prince Who Everywhere Rejoices In His Incognito.