“My heart’s a dance of fear.”

Honor modesty more than your life.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

In every tyrant’s heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

Nothing forces us to know, What we do not want to know except pain.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

Time brings all things to pass.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Do not labor uselessly at what helps not at all.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one’s life.

The future you shall know when it has come; before then, forget it.

It is the nature of mortals to kick a fallen man.

Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

Time, as it grows old, teaches all things.

Fear hurries on my tongue through want of courage.

He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.

Put on your red shoes, and dance the blues.

I think a lot about when times were simpler, when I was still dancing and living with my parents. I really miss living at home sometimes. I get really sad.

The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.

You don’t ask what a dance means. You enjoy it. You don’t ask what the world means. You enjoy it. You don’t ask what you mean. You enjoy it.

Churches are good for prayer, but so are garages and cars and mountains and showers and dance floors.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

All we really want to do is dance.