She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

Dance is the ritual of immortality.

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

When a dancer performs, melody transforms into a carriage, expressions turn into fuel and spirit experiences a journey to a world where passion attains fulfillment.

Limit not to only five, when the divine gifts the supreme sixth; the sense of dance

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being and dance are one.

It is your intent that enforces the outcome of your life.

Be loyal to your originality as you evolve toward a higher potential.