For The Will And Not The Gift

He Who Doesn't Lose His Wits Over Certain Things Has No Wits To Lose.

Well Was It Said By A Man Of Sagacity That Dancing Was A Sort Of Privileged And Reputable Folly, And That The Best Way To Be Convinced Of This Was To Close The Ears And Judge Of It By The Eyes Alone.

Ein Einziger Dankbarer Gedanke Gen Himmel Ist Das Vollkommenste Gebet. One Single Grateful Thought Raised To Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.

What Can The Creator See With Greater Pleasure Than A Happy Creature?