“I,it,was,that,saw,God,dancing,on,phosphorescent,toes,Among,the,strawberries.It,could,have,been,moonlight,or,Daylight—or,no,light,at,all.His,feet,cast,light,on,all.On,phosphorescent,feet,On,phosphorescent,feet,He,danced,And,His,eyes,were,closed:He,made,the,strawberries,tremble!Yet,He,hurt,not,the,little,one,But,gave,them,ripeness,all.”

“Oh phosphorescence. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to... To find that phosphorescence, that light within — is the genius behind poetry.”

“Prince Andrei was one of the best dancers of his day. Natasha danced exquisitely. Her little feet in their satin dancing shoes performed their role swiftly, lightly, as if they had wings, while her face was radiant and ecstatic with happiness.”

“Sure, I have nice shoes. They’re in my closet, collecting a patina of dust. My shoes were made for dancing, and that’s why they’re dusty, because my feet, unfortunately, were not made for dancing. My feet were made for making wine, and that’s why my walk is intoxicating.”

“A little wisdom is indeed possible; but this blessed security have I found in all things, that they prefer--to DANCE on the feet of chance.”

“I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent.”