I've danced all over the world, and people are people. We cannot cut off from each other in life. In order to lead, you can't do that.

It's a real gift to have a husband and wife in the company that love each other and that work together. They check on each other emotionally and physically. That's beautiful to me.

I believe in spirit and then I believe a manifestation of spirit is dance

Learn the craft of knowing how to open your heart and to turn on your creativity. There's a light inside of you.

Dance is bigger than the physical body. When you extend your arm, it doesn't stop at the end of your fingers, because you're dancing bigger than that; you're dancing spirit.

Dance is about never-ending aspiration.

People come to see beauty, and I dance to give it to them.

We can go on talking about racism and who treated whom badly, but what are you going to do about it? Are you going to wallow in that or are you going to create your own agenda?

If you look at a dancer in silence, his or her body will be the music. If you turn the music on, that body will become an extension of what you're hearing.

One you've danced, you always dance.

You don't enter a dance studio and say "I can't do that." If you do, then why are you in the studio in the first place?

I want to thank you for the profound joy I've had in the in the thought of you.

Only grace makes it possible to do the good we must do.

The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.

Europeans don't like to talk about intelligence, and they often pretend their countries don't spy.

They tell me a revival is only temporary; so is a bath, but it does you good.

Before I can face the future, I must first deal with the past.

In all professions each affects a look and an exterior to appear what he wishes the world to believe that he is. Thus we may say that the whole world is made up of appearances.

The louder our world today is, the deeper God seems to remain in silence. Silence is the language of eternity; noise passes.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity