It Is This Mission Of The Dancer

When You Are Fifty, You're Neither Young Nor Old; You're Just Uninteresting. When You Are Sixty, And Still Dancing, You Become Something Of A Curiosity. And Boy! If You Hit Seventy, And Can Still Get A Foot Off The Ground, You're Phenomenal!

We Can Scale The Heights Of Mountains And See The World Rayed Out Before Us, But We Fail To Recognize That Which Is Before Us

As We Rise Higher In The Understanding Of Ourselves, The National And Racial Dissonances Will Be Forgotten In The Universal Rhythms Of Truth And Love

It Is Not A Question Of Who Dances But Of Who Or What Does Not Dance.

Dancing Of Late Years Has Been Degraded To The Narrow Limits And Low Professionalism Of Mere Mechanical Proficiency, Associated With The Most Frivolous... Phases Of The Stage. But This Day Is Fading...we Are Turning Our Gaze Inward, Learning To Seek There The Divine Sources Of The Dance, To The End That It May Flower Into New And More Glorious Forms Of Beauty And Wealth