automobiles

Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than going to the garage makes you a car.

My definition of a redundancy is an air-bag in a politician's car.

I'm not considered wealthy nor even well-to-do; I don't own my dwelling place and my car is far from new. But when I see my family all in the glow of health, I know there's more than money to make me roll in wealth. And when my little blue-eyed girl with countenance so fair, Puts her arms around me - why, I'm a millionaire!

A hundred years from now . . . it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove . . . but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.

Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all.

Money differs from an automobile or mistress in being equally important to those who have it and those who do not.

Take most people, they are crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, they are always talking about have many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that is even newer. I do not even like old cars. . . . I'd rather have a horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

With his car stalled in a busy intersection, the flustered driver hurriedly got out and lifted the hood. As he did the driver of the car behind began honking his horn. The noise kept on without letup until the driver of the stalled car suddenly walked to the car behind and said calmly, "If you'll fix my car, I'll be glad to keep blowing your horn for you."

A suburban local was stalled by a blizzard one winter's night, and so deep was the snow that its passengers were unable to leave the car. Next morning the hundred and fifty-odd half-frozen commuters were startled to see a manned signal tower only a few hundred yards away. The signal-station attendant had seen the stalled train the night before, but when asked why he'd done nothing about it, he answered, "It's not in my territory."

Capital is to the progress of society what gas is to a car.