Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards. — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“Cowperwood was shocked by the nudity of the Venus which conveyed an atmosphere of European freedom not common to America;” — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“Who were these people with money, and what had they done that they should enjoy so much luxury, where others as good seemingly as… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended. — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“now. If any habits ever had time to fix upon her, they would have operated here. Habits are peculiar things. They will drive the… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“Here were these two, bandying little phrases, drawing purses, looking at cards, and both unconscious of how inarticulate all their real feelings were. Neither… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
If we are to extract any joy out of our span, we must think and plan and make things better not only for ourselves… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“In your rocking-chair, by your window dreaming, shall you long, alone. In your rocking- chair, by your window, shall you dream such happiness as… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
“Carrie felt this as a personal reproof. She read "Dora Thorne," or had a great deal in the past. It seemed only fair to… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it? — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
