I must say I’m not very fond of oratory that’s so full of energy it hasn’t any room for facts.
SINCLAIR LEWISI must say I’m not very fond of oratory that’s so full of energy it hasn’t any room for facts.
SINCLAIR LEWISWinter is not a season, it’s an occupation.
SINCLAIR LEWISThere is no greater compliment to the Jews than the fact that the degree of their unpopularity is always the scientific measure of the cruelty and silliness of the regime under which they live.
SINCLAIR LEWISWe’re tired of seeing just a few people able to be individualists. We’re tired of always deferring hope till the next generation.
SINCLAIR LEWISBut the men of ritual and the men of barbarism are capable of shutting up the men of science and silencing them forever.
SINCLAIR LEWISFine, large, meaningless, general terms like romance and business can always be related. They take the place of thinking, and are highly useful to optimists and lecturers.
SINCLAIR LEWISIf travel were so inspiring and informing a business … then the wisest men in the world would be deck hands on tramp steamers.
SINCLAIR LEWISThe middle class, that prisoner of the barbarian 20th century.
SINCLAIR LEWISLove is the one thing that can really sure-enough lighten all of life’s dark clouds.
SINCLAIR LEWISThe 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 LEWISWinter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry.
SINCLAIR LEWISFascism will come to America wrapped in a flag.
SINCLAIR LEWISUnder a tyranny, most friends are a liability. One quarter of them turn “reasonable” and become your enemies.
SINCLAIR LEWISTo be ‘intellectual’ or ‘artistic’ or, in their own word, to be ‘highbrow,’ is to be priggish and of dubious virtue.
SINCLAIR LEWISTo 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 LEWISIndians, of course, have no “theology,” and indeed no word for the system of credulity in which the white priests arrange for God, who must be entirely bewildered by it, a series of excuses for his failures.
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