Dancing is a very living art. It is essentially of the moment, although a very old art. A dancer's art is lived while he is dancing. Nothing is left of his art except the pictures and the memories--when his dancing days are over.

Pity is a corroding thing.

There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep.

What I do must be done in the sunlight of awareness.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.

The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted.

Discipline is liberation.