Dance is the hidden langauge of the soul, of the body.

Pity is a corroding thing.

The center of the stage is where I am.

The main thing, of course, always, is the fact that there is only one of you in the world, just one, and if that is not fulfilled then something has been lost. Ambition is not enough; necessity is everything.

You don't pick dance. Dance picks you.

It takes about ten years to make a mature dancer. The training is twofold. There is the study and practice of the craft in order to strengthen the muscular structure of the body. The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted. The movement become clean, precise, eloquent, truthful. Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it. This might be called the law of the dancer's life, the law which governs its outer aspects

You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.