There Is Fatigue So Great

No Artist Is Pleased. There Is No Satisfaction Whatever At Any Time. There Is Only A Strange, Divine Dissatisfaction, A Blessed Unrest That Keeps Us Marching And Makes Us More Alive Than The Others.

Nobody Cares If You Can't Dance Well.

Stand Up! Keep Your Backs Straight! Remember That This Is Where The Wings Grow.

Theater Is A Verb Before It Is A Noun, An Act Before It Is A Place.

You Will Only Get Out Of A Dance Class What You Bring To It. Learn By Practice.