A perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
And we love to dance — especially that new one called the Civil War Twist. The Northern part of you stands still while the Southern part tries to secede.
Custom has made dancing sometimes necessary for a young man; therefore mind it while you learn it, that you may learn to do it well, and not be ridiculous, though in a ridiculous act.
Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness. It is, Sir, the great grandfather of cuckoldom.
Dancing is a wonderful training for girls, it's the first way you learn to guess what a man is going to do before he does it.
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
Dancing with abandon, turning a tango into a fertility rite.
Great dancers are not great because of their technique; they are great because of their passion.
How inimitably graceful children are in general before they learn to dance!
I am not the first straight dancer or the last.
I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his ''divine service.''
I just put my feet in the air and move them around.
It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have been known of young people passing many, many months successively without being at any ball of any description, and no material injury accrue either to body or mind; but when a beginning is made — when the felicities of rapid motion have once been, though slightly, felt — it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more.
Nothing is more revealing than movement.
On with dance, let joy be unconfined, is my motto; whether there's any dance to dance or any joy to unconfined.
Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but she did it backwards and in high heels.
The only dance masters I could have were Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Walt Whitman and Nietzsche.
The real American type can never be a ballet dancer. The legs are too long, the body too supple and the spirit too free for this school of affected grace and toe walking.
The Twist was a guided missile, launched from the ghetto into the very heart of suburbia. The Twist succeeded, as politics, religion, and law could never do, in writing in the heart and soul what the Supreme Court could only write on the books.