If I Can Not Dance, I Shall

If I Can Not Dance, I Shall Die!

Play The Last Measure Very Softly.

When A Small Child, I Thought That Success Spelled Happiness. I Was Wrong, Happiness Is Like A Butterfly Which Appears And Delights Us For One Brief Moment, But Soon Flits Away.

Master Technique And Then Forget About It And Be Natural.

Success Depends In A Very Large Measure Upon Individual Initiative And Exertion, And Cannot Be Achieved Except By A Dint Of Hard Work.