Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Quote by John Dryden

Topics: Dancing Quotes

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds...

Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds...

For they conquer who believe they can.

For they conquer who believe they can.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

All objects lose by too familiar a view.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she...

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she...

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

If you be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams -...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an...

None but the brave deserves the fair.

None but the brave deserves the fair.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may...

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may...

By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest...

By education most have been misled; so they believe, because they were bred. The priest...

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved...

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved...

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature; but unskillfully and unmethodically...

Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature; but unskillfully and unmethodically...

Very little of the great cruelty shown by men can really be attributed to cruel...

Very little of the great cruelty shown by men can really be attributed to cruel...