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The greatest mystery about a human being is not his reaction to sex or praise, but the manner in which he contrives to put in twenty-four hours a day. It is this which puzzles the longshoreman about the clerk, the Londoner about the bushman.

Sinclair Lewis

Writing is just work-there’s no secret. If you dictate or use a pen or type or write with your toes-it’s still just work.
SINCLAIR LEWIS

Dictate Just No Pen Secret Toe Type Use Work Write Writeing
Think how much better it is to criticize conventional customs if you yourself live up to them, scrupulously.
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Better Criticize Custom Love Much Think Yourself
What is Love? Listen! It is the rainbow that stands out, in all its glorious many-colored hues.
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All Color Glorious Hue Listen Love Many Out Rainbow Stand
Don’t be a writer. Writing is an escape from something. You be a scientist.
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Escape Scientist Something Writer
When fascism comes to the United States it will be wrapped in the American flag and will claim the name of 100-percent Americanism
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Come Country Fascism Flag Hundred Name Percent Wrap
If there is anything worse than the aching tedium of staring out of car windows.
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Aching Anything Car Start Tedium Window Worse
There are two insults which no human being will endure: The assertion that he hasn’t a sense of humor, and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble.
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Assertion Being Endure Human Humor Imperlinent Insult Sense
A man takes a drink, the drink takes another, and the drink takes the man.
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Another Drink Man Take
if men and women would be human beings instead of just business men, or plumbers, or army officers, or commuters, or educators, or authors, or clubwomen, or traveling salesmen, or Socialists, or Republicans, or Salvation Army leaders, or wearers of cloths.
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Army Being Business Commuter Human Leader Men Officer Plumber Rotary Salesmen Salvation Travel Wearers
The Maker of the universe with stars a hundred thousand light-years apart was interested, furious, and very personal about it if a small boy played baseball on Sunday afternoon.
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Apart Furious Hundred Interest Light Maker Personal Star Thousand Universe Year
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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Any Belive Error Living Need Religion Seem Think Worth
So that the thrifty and industrious have to pay for the shiftless ne’er-do-weels, then maybe, to save their lazy souls and get some iron into them, a war might be a good thing? Come on, now, tell your real middle name, Mong General!
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Do Industrious Iron Lazy Man Mayne Middle Pay Soul War Weel
Every man is a king so long as he has someone to look down on.
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Down Every Man King Long Look So Someone
He who has seen one cathedral ten times has seen something; he who has seen ten cathedrals once has seen but little; and he who has spent half an hour in each of a hundred cathedrals has seen nothing at all.
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Cathedral Little One Seem Something Spent Time
It’s one of our favorite American myths that broad plains necessarily make broad minds, and high mountains make high purpose.
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Board Country High Make Mind Mountain Myth Necessary One Our Favorite Plain Purpose
To be ‘intellectual’ or ‘artistic’ or, in their own word, to be ‘highbrow,’ is to be priggish and of dubious virtue.
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Artistic Dubious Highbrow Intellectual Lord Own Priggish Virtue

The greatest mystery about a human being is not his reaction to sex or praise, but the manner in which he contrives to put in twenty-four hours a day. It is this which puzzles the longshoreman about the clerk, the Londoner about the bushman.

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The greatest mystery about a human being is not his reaction to sex or praise, but the manner in which he contrives to put in twenty-four hours a day. It is this which puzzles the longshoreman about the clerk, the Londoner about the bushman.

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