To a true-blue professor of literature in an American university, literature is not something that a plain human being, living today, painfully sits down to produce. No; it is something dead. — 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… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
“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.… — Sinclair Lewis Copy Share Image
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
