The only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche.

With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.

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

My motto - sans limites.

You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.

Many women to whom I have preached the doctrine of freedom have weakly replied, 'But who is to support the children?' It seems to me that if the marriage ceremony is needed as a protection to insure the enforced support of children, then you are marrying a man who, you suspect, would under certain conditions, refuse to support his children, and it is a pretty low-down proposition. For you are marrying a man whom you already suspect of being a villain. But I have not so poor an opinion of men that I believe the greater percentage of them to be such low specimens of humanity.