Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than going to a garage makes you an automobile.

As hand-to-hand combat has gradually disappeared from our civilization, even in wartime, and competition has become more and more sophisticated and abstract, Americans have turned to the automobile to satisfy their love of direct aggression.

Everything in life is somewhere else, and you get there in a car.

If you want to take a couple of weeks off and do something that you will never forget, that trip up the Alaskan Highway will do until they run excursion capsules to the Moon.

A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.

Drivers in a traffic jam, frustrated by each others presence, are not the most amiable of men.

The thought was instantly smashed from my head by the noise of what sounded like an intercontinental bronchial hemorrhage, as the stock cars took off from their starting positions and went roaring around the stadium.

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

People on horses look better than they are. People in cars look worse than they are.

The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete.

Driving a car, you are in danger of killing; walking or standing, of being killed.

To George F. Babbitt, as to most prosperous citizens of Zenith, his motor car was poetry and tragedy, love and heroism. The office was his pirate ship but the car his perilous excursion ashore.

The automobile has not merely taken over the street, it has dissolved the living tissue of the city. Its appetite for space is absolutely insatiable; moving and parked, it devours urban land, leaving the buildings as mere islands of habitable space in a sea of dangerous and ugly traffic.

After all, what is a pedestrian? He is a man who has two cars-one being driven by his wife, the other by one of his children.

Except the American woman, nothing interests the eye of American man more than the automobile, or seems so important to him as an object of esthetic appreciation.

Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.