I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives.

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

Everything has got a moral if you can only find it.

The least deviation from truth will be multiplied later.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

I live in the Managerial Age, in a world of "Admin." The greatest evil is not now done in those sordid "dens of crime" that Dickens loved to paint. It is not done even in concentration camps and labour camps. In those we see its final result. But it is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clean, carpeted, warmed and well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices. Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern.

Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone

I like less the story that a frog if put in cold water will not bestir itself if that water is heated up slowly and gradually and will in the end let itself be boiled alive, too comfortable with continuity to realize that continuous change at some point may become intolerable and demand a change in behavior.

Fine art and pizza delivery, what we do falls neatly in between!

The worst crime against working people is a company which fails to operate at a profit.