Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

Man is the only one in whom the instinct of life falters long enough to enable it to ask the question "Why?"

The advertiser is the overrewarded court jester and court pander at the democratic court.

The typical American believes that no necessity of the soul is free and that there are precious few, if any, which cannot be bought.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

When, in the present world, men behave well, that is no doubt sometimes because they are creatures of habit as well as, sometimes, because they are reasonable.

If you don't want prosperity to falter, then Buy, Buy, Buy-on credit, of course. In other words, the surest way of bringing on a rainy day is to prepare for it.

"Scorn not the common man," says the age of abundance. "He may have no soul; his personality may be exactly the same as his neighbor's; and he may not produce anything worth having. But thank God, he consumes."

Civilizations die from philosophical calm, irony, and the sense of fair play quite as surely as they die of debauchery.

What man knows is everywhere at war with what he wants.