There's something beautifully soothing about a fact — even (or perhaps especially) if we're not sure what it means.

There's something beautifully soothing about a fact — even (or perhaps especially) if we're not sure what it means.

When the necessary eleven days were added, George Washington’s birthday, which fell on February 11, 1731, Old Style, became February 22, 1732, New Style.

When I was living in England I found that the more I lived abroad, the more American I discovered I was.

The force of the advertising word and image dwarfs the power of other literature in the 20th century.

Knowledge is not simply another commodity. On the contrary. Knowledge is never used up. It increases by diffusion and grows by dispersion.

America has been a land of dreams. A land where the aspirations of people from countries cluttered with rich, cumbersome, aristocratic, ideological pasts can reach for what once seemed unattainable. Here they have tried to make dreams come true. Yet now... we are threatened by a new and particularly American menace. It is not the menace of class war, of ideology, of poverty, of disease, of illiteracy, or demagoguery, or of tyranny, though these now plague most of the world. It is the menace of unreality.