W. B. Yeats on dancing

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.

Dave Barryborn 1947

• Dave Barry

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

George Bernard Shaw1856–1950

No sane man will dance.

Cicero107–43 BC