The moving van is a symbol of more than our restlessness, it is the most conclusive evidence possible of our progress.

Ours is not so much an age of vulgarity as of vulgarization; everything is tampered with or touched up, or adulterated or watered down, in an effort to make it palatable, in an effort to make it pay.

A great maxim of personal responsibility and mature achievement: "Do it yourself" is now the enthroned cliche for being occupied with nonessentials.

It is one of the sublime provincialities of New York that its inhabitants lap up trivial gossip about essential nobodies they've never set eyes on, while continuing to boast that they could live somewhere for twenty years without so much as exchanging pleasantries with their neighbors across the hall.

Once you have money, you can quite truthfully affirm that money isn't everything.

Ours is the country where, in order to sell your product, you don't so much point out its merits as you first work like hell to sell yourself.

In the history of mankind, fanaticism has caused more harm than vice.