DANCING IS THE LOFIEST, THE MOST MOVING, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF THE ARTS, BECAUSE IT IS NO MERE TRANSLATION OR ABSTRACTION FROM LIFE, IT IS LIFE ITSELF.

THE MATERIAL FOR THE DANCE IS AIR, THE MOVEMENT IS BREATH, AND THE SOURCE IS LOVE.

NOTHING IS MORE REVEALING THAT MOVEMENT.

THE DANCE IS A PEOM OF WHICH EACH MOVEMENT IS A WORD.

DANCE IS A DELICATE BALANCE BETWEEN PERFECTION AND FREEDOM.

DANCE IS LIFE AT ITS MOST GLORIOUS MOMENT.

DANCE- IT IS THE RYTHMN OF ALL THAT DIES IN ORDER TO LIVE AGAIN; IT IS THE ENTERNAL RISING OF THE SUN.

DANCING IS LIKE ROBBING A BANK, IT TAKES SPLIT-SECOND TIMING.

DANCING IS LIKE SILENT POETRY.

A TIME TO WEEP AND A TIME TO LAUGH, A TIME TO MOURN AND A TIME TO DANCE.

YOU NEED MORE THAN DANCING SHOES TO BE A DANCER.

AS THE DRUM BEATS, SO GOES THE DANCE.

HE WHO CANNOT DANCE BLAMES IT ON THE FLOOR.

THOSE WHO DANCE ARE THOUGHT MAD BY THOSE WHO CANNOT HEAR THE MUSIC.

I SAY UNTO YOU: ONE MUST STILL HAVE CHAOS IN ONESELF TO BE ABLE TO GIVE BIRTH TO A DANCING STAR.

EVERY DANCE IS A KIND OF FEVER CHART, A GRAPH OF THE HEART.

THE POETRY OF THE FOOT

Dance is the only art wherein we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.