What people want, mainly, is to be told by some plausible authority that what they are already doing is right. I don't know know of a quicker way to become unpopular than to disagree.

There are two kinds of fools. One says, "This is old, and therefore good." And one says, " This is new, and therefore better.

Perhaps the less we have, the more we are required to brag.

We're delighted at the success, but honestly not surprised at Jake's popularity. He makes you feel good.

Popularity, I have always thought, may aptly be compared to a coquette—the more you woo her, the more apt is she to elude your embrace.

A psychiatrist once told me early in treatment, “Stop trying to make me like you,” and what a sobering and welcome smack in the face that statement was. Yet somehow, every day of my life is still a campaign for popularity, or better yet, a crowded funeral.