“I had long since lost any illusion of being loved for who I was and now accepted, with clean conscience, flowers, flattery, and money that fed my ego and my false identity.” — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
My dance is a sacred poem in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music. The temple in… — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
“I had long since lost any illusion of being loved for who I was and now accepted, with clean conscience, flowers, flattery, and money… — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun. — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
Death is nothing, nor life either, for that matter. To die, to sleep, to pass into nothingness, what does it matter? Everything is an… — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
I have encountered in this world riff-raff and good people. I lose. I win. I defend myself when I am attacked. I take when… — Mata Hari Copy Share Image
