So, rather than appear foolish afterward, I renounce seeming clever now.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
The truest expression of a people is in its dance and in its music. Bodies never lie.
Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!
Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half- way to meet it.
The future belongs to those who dare.
How many pessimists end up by desiring the things they fear, in order to prove that they are right?