The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And

Misery Is A Communicable Disease.

There Is A Vitality, A Life Force, An Energy, A Quickening, That Is Translated Through You Into Action, And Because There Is Only One Of You In All Time, This Expression Is Unique.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body.

The Main Thing, Of Course, Always, Is The Fact That There Is Only One Of You In The World, Just One, And If That Is Not Fulfilled Then Something Has Been Lost. Ambition Is Not Enough; Necessity Is Everything.

Repetition Not For Monotony But The Ecstasy It Induces.