Exercise, not philosophically and with religious gravity undertaken, but the wild romping activities of a spirited girl who runs up and down as though her veins were full of wine.

Dance with all the might of your body, and all the fire of your soul, in order that you may shake all melancholy out of your liver and you need not restrain yourself with the apprehension that any lady will have the least fear that the violence of your movements will ever shake anything out of your brains.

I never claimed to be famous. Notorious I have always been.