Lift up your hearts, my brothers, high, higher! And don't forget about your legs either! Lift up your legs as well, you good dancers, and better yet--stand also on your heads!
Thus do I want man and woman to be: the one fit to wage war and the other fit to give birth, but both fit to dance with head and feet.
One should adpot only those situations in which one is in no need of sham virtues, but rather, like the tight-rope dancer on his tight rope, in which one must either fall or stand--or escape.
It is no doubt possible to fly--but first you must know how to dance like an angel.
How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.
At present I am light, now I fly, now I see myself below me, now a god dances through me.
I should not believe in a God who does not dance.
Let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once!
And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!
I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.
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.'
Without music, life would be a mistake... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.
Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with words, and, need I add that one must also be able to dance with the pen?
We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
Every day I count wasted in which there has been no dancing.
Real dancers are the ones who can hear the music in their soul.