I consider dancing not the least among the fine arts—the intellectual agents that have so wonderfully developed the feeling, sympathy, and all sensibility of mankind, ever since the dispersion of tongues at Babel; that a knowledge of dancing with its collateral advantages should be acquired by those who are qualified with taste, intelligence, and means, just as necessarily as music, painting, poetry, sculpture, and letters; or, to be even more practical and explicit, just as necessarily as the rules of commerce, the laws of mathematics, or the syntax of language. (p. 6)
Dancing is, of all the fine arts, that which seems peculiarly devoted to cheerfulness and joy. It is the lively expression of these emotions by gestures and attitudes. It seems to have nothing but pleasure in view, yet, like music, its sweet accompaniment, it tends to refine the manners; and to give health, activity, and vigor, as well as graceful ease and elegance to the human frame. (p.14)
But her feet, practiced by many rehearsals, swept her along in the current of music. Her companion, dancing with a perfect equanimity, upheld her both by his example and his hand. She stole a timid look at him; his dark eyes were fixed serenely, unconsciously on the shadowy wall above her head. (p.148)