Dance is the only art wherein we ourselves are the stuff in which it is made.
Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another.
To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.
Dance is like wine; it matures with every performance.
Dance is the poetic baring of the soul through motion.
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...
There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.