The Promised Land Always Lies On The

Every Ist Writes His Own Autobiography.

The Great Writer Finds Style As The Mystic Finds God, In His Own Soul.

Dancing As An Art, We May Be Sure, Cannot Die Out, But Will Always Be Undergoing A Rebirth. Not Merely As An Art, But Also As A Social Custom, It Perpetually Emerges Afresh From The Soul Of The People.

Pain And Death Are Part Of Life. To Reject Them Is To Reject Life Itself.

The By-product Is Sometimes More Valuable Than The Product.