When a man is trying to sell you something, don't imagine he is that polite all the time.

Never buy what you do not want because it is cheap; it will be dear to you.

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.

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."

His name was George F. Babbitt. He was forty-six years old now, in April, 1920, and he made nothing in particular, neither butter nor shoes nor poetry, but he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.

Production goes up and up because high pressure advertising and salesmanship constantly create new needs that must be satisfied: this is Admass- a consumer's race with donkeys chasing an electric carrot.

Today the future occupation of all moppets is to be skilled consumers.

Conspicuous consumption of valuable goods is a means of reputability to the gentleman of leisure.

When I call on a client, I come by cab, and I am sleek and clean and foursquare. I carry myself as though I've made a quiet killing on the stock market, and have come to call more as a public service than anything else.