Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.

Dance is the hidden langauge of the soul, of the body.

I get up, I fall down, all the while I am dancing.

Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.

The body says what words cannot.

Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion.

Our arms start from the back because they were once wings.

Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap.

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.

Accomplishing the impossible means only the boss will add it to your regular duties.

What some people mistake for the high cost of living is really the cost of living high.

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.

To err is human; to admit it, superhuman.

Heredity is a splendid phenomenon that relieves us of responsibility for our shortcomings.

Bad news travels fast. The good news takes the scenic route.

The trouble with the last snowfall of the season is that you can't be sure.

The aging process has you firmly in its grasp if you never get the urge to throw a snowball.

Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to spring.

Establishing goals is all right if you don't let them deprive you of interesting detours.