At 60 miles an hour the loudest noise in this Rolls-Royce comes from the electric clock. (1958 Rolls-Royce print ad - sometimes referred to as the most famous headline in advertising history.)

The loudest noise we hear is the ocean splashing.

Don't go too fast on the freeway 'cause every five miles you go over 60 miles per hour uses up, like, a fourth more gas than usual.

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I knew the world was still in motion, I knew I existed. Not a very consequential existence, but an existence nonetheless. It struck me as wanting that someone should confirm his own existence only by the hands of an electric wall clock. There had to be a more cognitive means of confirmation. But try as I might, nothing less facile came to mind.

The person who can holler the loudest without knowing what he is hollering about.

They go about 35 miles an hour. If you stay behind the plow, it'll get you where you want to go.