Pity Is A Corroding Thing.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice.

Repetition Not For Monotony But The Ecstasy It Induces.

Movement Never Lies. It Is A Barometer Telling The State Of The Soul's Weather To All Who Can Read It.

I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of Movement And Light. Movement Never Lies. It Is The Magic Of What I Call The Outer Space Of The Imagination.

First We Have To Believe, And Then We Believe.