In other countries, art and literature are left to a lot of shabby bums living in attics and feeding on booze and spaghetti, but in America the successful writer or picture-painter is indistinguishable from any other decent businessman. — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
What is Love? Listen! It is the rainbow that stands out, in all its glorious many-colored hues, illuminating and making glad again the dark… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
When you think that most of us are doomed by divine grace to roast in hell, to say nothing of mortgages and hail and… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons. — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“He had expected that traditionally Republican Vermont would give him too drearily easy a task in preaching Trowbridge. What he found was a dismaying preference for the theoretically Democratic Buzz Windrip. And that preference, Doremus perceived, wasn’t even a pathetic trust in Windrip’s promises of Utopian bliss for everyone in general. It was a trust in increased cash for the… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share
“Day on day he waited. So much of a revolution for so many people is nothing but waiting. That is one reason why tourists… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“She continued it to Hugh, 'Darling, do you know what mother and you are going to find beyond the blue horizon rim?' 'What?' flatly. 'We're going to find elephants with golden howdahs from which peep young maharanees with necklaces of rubies, and a dawn sea colored like the breast of a dove, and a white an green house filled with… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share
Is it possible that nobody has ever known that there never has been a completely civilized man, and won't be for another thousand years? — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“I think perhaps we want a more conscientious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of always deferring hope to… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
It might be the doing of Satan, in whom Aaron anxiously believed with all of his being except, perhaps, his mind. — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“The author says one character's definition of a classic is any book he'd heard of before he was thirty.” — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“Like all males, he hated to confess ignorance by asking directions,” — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
