“My heart’s a dance of fear.”

Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain.

Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.

Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

In war, the first casualty is truth.

Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.

Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

I can definitely dance, but pedestrian dancing.

I’d taken, like, maybe some African dance classes a couple of times, but I wasn’t a musical theater person at all.

All my dance moves are improv. I just make them up on the spot.

Soon the earth will tilt on its axis and begin to dance to the reggae beat to the accompaniment of earthquake.

I’m a little more shy and not comfortable dancing in front of a large crowd.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

Imagine a dolphin dancing in the sky. Let it dance with joy. Think of yourself at the bottom of the ocean watching.

Imagine a dolphin dancing in the sky. Let it dance with joy. Think of yourself at the bottom of the ocean watching.