Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

At Gatling-gun tempo word-perfect the first time out. the journalistic equivalent of a high-wire front somersault without a net.

The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.

Americans ought to be the best-traveled, most cosmopolitan people on earth, not only because experience of the world is desirable in its own right, but because as a people acquires a great concentration of power, worldliness becomes a moral imperative.

the metabolism of a consumer society requires it continually to eat and excrete, every day throwing itself away in plastic bags.

The law changes and flows like water, and . . . the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.

Huge herds of vigorous, curious, open-eyed Americans freely roaming the world are, it seems to me, quite possibly a vital national resource today as at no other time in our history.