We have the plans for a Utopia already made; just wiser than you.’ For ten thousand years they’ve said that. We want our Utopia now — and we’re going to try our hands at it.
SINCLAIR LEWISWe’d get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.
More Sinclair Lewis Quotes
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Every compulsion is put upon writers to become safe, polite, obedient, and sterile.
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The game (baseball)was a custom of his clan, and it gave outlet for the homicidal and sides-taking instincts which Babbitt called “patriotism” and “love of sport.”
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The world and all its wisdom is but a booby, blundering school-boy that needs management and could be managed.
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I was brought up to believe that the Christian God wasn’t a scared and compromising public servant, but the creator of the whole merciless truth, and I reckon that training spoiled me – I actually took my teachers seriously!
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It is, I think, an error to believe that there is any need of religion to make life seem worth living.
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Every compulsion is put upon writers to become safe, polite, obedient, and sterile.
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Whatever the misery, he could not regain contentment with a world which, once doubted, became absurd.
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Being a man given to oratory and high principles, he enjoyed the sound of his own vocabulary and the warmth of his own virtue.
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People read fiction for emotion-not information
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I am convinced that everything that is worth while in the world has been accomplished by the free, inquiring, critical spirit, and that the preservation of this spirit is more important than any social system whatsoever.
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Since dictating the Bible, and hiring a perfect race of ministers to explain it,
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Paris is one of the largest, and certainly it is the pleasantest, of modern American cities.
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Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.
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One quarter are afraid to speak, and one quarter are killed and you die with them. But the blessed final quarter keep you alive.
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We’d get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.
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