The true voyagers are those who go for the sake of traveling . . . and without quite knowing why, they say, 'Let us depart!'.
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future.
Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music
One can only forget about time by making use of it.
Today I had a strange warning. I felt the wind of insanity brush my mind.
Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.