I dance with the dancers.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turned to beautiful results.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.