Harvard was a kind of luxurious afternoon.

I've always had the idea . . . that we were conducting a military operation. It always seemed to me to be in a state of emergency.

Transplanting the ballet to the US is like trying to raise a palm tree in Dakota.

A repertory, a patrimony of ballets, tended as carefully as the collection of 600-year-old bonsai in Tokyo's Imperial Palace conservatory, is not replaced; it is preserved, maintained, refreshed to give rebirth by grafting and seedlings.

In liberal democracy and anxious anarchy, the traditional classic dance, compact of aristocratic authority and absolute freedom in a necessity of order, has never been so promising as an independent expression as it is today.