“Dance … is life, or becomes it, in a way that other arts cannot attain. It is not in stone, or words or tones, but in our muscles. It is a formulation of their movements.”

Art matures. It is the formal elaboration of activity, complete in its own pattern. It is a cosmos of its own.

Though we live amid promiscuous pressures, spiritual clutter and forgetfulness, we probably still value the integrity of life.