I love tango, and I used to dance when I was young.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.

I'm just enjoying playing a character of myself. People's mouths drop when I dance, but my friends are like, "You dance like that in the kitchen!"

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.'

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.