Sociology isthescience of talk, and there is onlyone law in sociology. Bad talk drives out good.

In the long run all producers are forced to use the most efficient methods or give place to others who do.

Market competition is the only form of organization which can afford a large measure of freedom to the individual.

Knowledge is more a matter of learning than of the exercise of absolute judgment. Learning requires time, and in time the situation dealt with, as well as the learner, undergoes change.

Costs merely register competing attractions.

There is no sense in making statements that will not continue to be true after they are made.

The truth seems . . . to be that in the ultimate and essential problem the economic factor is relatively superficial and unimportant.

All science is static in the sense that it describes the unchanging aspects of things.

We have to adapt and overcome, that's all we can do.

It is true practically if not altogether without exception that the changes studied by any science tend to equilibrate or neutralize the forces which bring them about, and finally to come to rest.

Goods move in response to price differences from points of low to points of higher price, the movement tending to obliterate the price difference and come to rest.

Hell people talk about hell, love people talk about love!

I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.

I want to show that there are indeed some universal ethical principles which could help everyone to achieve the happiness we all aspire to.

Love fattens on smooth words.

The Travises who had survived were the most purely stubborn people on earth, the kind who relied on their backbones when their wishbones were broken.

I like to come up with the melodies, and I have a lot of ideas as far as structure goes.

If the evangelicals vote, they determine the election.

I'm a walking zombie and I think I'm going to be like that for a while.

I am a true laborer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm.

Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.