If I can't dance, I don't care if my dances are ever done again!

Dance is the landscape of man's soul.

The body is a sacred garment.

In a dancer, there is a reverence for such forgotten things as the miracle of the small beautiful bones and their delicate strength.

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.

I get up, I fall down, all the while I am dancing.

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