Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

I play the notes as they are written$$$ but it is God who makes the music.

You dont have a home until you leave it and then$$$ when you have left it$$$ you never can go back.

Music is the tonal reflection of beauty.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Folks$$$ I don't trust children. They're here to replace us.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.

No empty handed man can lure a bird.