Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.
SINCLAIR LEWISThe world and all its wisdom is but a booby, blundering school-boy that needs management and could be managed.
More Sinclair Lewis Quotes
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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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So much in a revolution is nothing but waiting.
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It might be the doing of Satan, in whom Aaron anxiously believed with all of his being except, perhaps, his mind.
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Paris is one of the largest, and certainly it is the pleasantest, of modern American cities.
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I love America, but I don’t like it.
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Winter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry.
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To live in Carlsbad is seemly and to loaf at San Remo healing to the soul, but to get from Carlsbad to San Remo is of the devil.
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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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Men die, but the plutocracy is immortal; and it is necessary that fresh generations should be trained to its service.
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In everything was the spirit of children’s play – not the rule-ridden, time-killing play of adults that is a preparation for death, but the busy and credulous play of children that is a preparation for life.
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Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead.
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In protest, I declined election to the National Institute of Arts and Letters some years ago, and now I must decline the Pulitzer Prize.
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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.
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Since dictating the Bible, and hiring a perfect race of ministers to explain it,
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The cocktail filled him with a whirling exhilaration behind which he was aware of devastating desires-to rush places in fast motors, to kiss girls, to sing, to be witty. … He perceived that he had gifts of profligacy which had been neglected. -chapter 8
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