Whatever the nature of dance, it needs no onlooker, not even a single witness.

The dance is the mother of the arts. Music and poetry exist in time; painting and architecture in space. But the dance lives at once in time and space.

Wherever there are four walls, consciousness of direction is far keener.

In dance, even the weakest can do wonders.

Music as a whole, in its overwhelming wealth and endlessness, is inaccessible unless we free ourselves from the limitations of our own restricted training.

Rhythmic motion has become the carrier and creator of almost every ecstatic mood of any significance in human life.

The dance is the mother of the arts, The dance breaks down the distinction of body & soul.

A choral dance: an attempt to impose upon a chance gathering of a few dozen guests a communal feeling.

The English dance unites the guests of an evening by the spell of rhythmical movement into a chance casual community.

Every dance is and gives ecstasy.

The peoples influenced by the animal dance have a variety of movements and dance with enthusiasm; those who do not know the animal dance have few movements and show little zest for dancing.

Like any / unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real /when I’m not being touched.

Quiet birds rob the universe of beautiful symphonies.

In your own mind-darkened, will-paralyzed, conscience-dulled soul, God can make the light penetrate and turn the darkness of your own life into day, if you will let Him.

From this moment forth, my sword shall be with you and your fate shall be with me.

A life of nothing's nothing worth From that first nothing ere his birth To that last nothing under earth.

Whoever wishes peace among peoples must fight statism.

Meaning what? We're going to pretend nothing's going on? That's stupid. The only way to deal with any of this is to get it out in the open." Have you been watching Oprah again?

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

Bad day?" "Every day is a bad day here." "Eh, this place isnt't so terrible." "How are you always cheerful?" "Alcohol," he says with a sideways grin.

I'll play as long as I'm still willing to work this much, to do all these sacrifices