No Animal Ever Has An Ugly Body

Sometimes It's Blood Memory... Not The Blood Your Mother And Father Gave You... But That Which Stretches Back Two Or Three Thousand Years.

Some Men Have Thousands Of Reasons Why They Cannot Do What They Want To, When All They Need Is One Reason Why They Can.

No Artist Is Pleased. There Is No Satisfaction Whatever At Any Time. There Is Only A Strange, Divine Dissatisfaction, A Blessed Unrest That Keeps Us Marching And Makes Us More Alive Than The Others.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice... It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Come Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit.