He who touches the soil of Manhattan and the pavement of New York, touches, whenever he knows or not, Walt Whitman.

To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity.

The vast material displacements the machine has made in our physical environment are perhaps in the long run less important than its spiritual contributions to our culture.

The cities and mansions that people dream of are those in which they finally live.

The final goal of human effort is man's self-transforma tion.

The humanities and science are not in inherent conflict but have become separated in the twentieth century. Now their essential unity must be re-emphasized, so that twentieth-century multiplicity may become twentieth-century unity.

The very people who shudder over the cruelty of the hunter are apt to forget that slaughter, in the grimmest sense of the word, is a process they entrust daily to the butcher; and that unlike the game of the forests, even the dumbest creatures of the slaughterhouse know what is in store for them.