Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.

To Look Forward To Pleasure Is Also A Pleasure.

The More We See The More We Must Be Able To Imagine, And The More We Imagine, The More We Must Think We See.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

How Can Such Deep-imprinted Images Sleep In Us At Times, Till A Word, A Sound, Awake Them?

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.