You’ve been telling us about how to secure peace, but come on, now, General-just among us Rotarians and Rotary Anns-‘fess up!
SINCLAIR LEWISYou’ve been telling us about how to secure peace, but come on, now, General-just among us Rotarians and Rotary Anns-‘fess up!
SINCLAIR LEWISDon’t be a writer. Writing is an escape from something. You be a scientist.
SINCLAIR LEWISWriters have a rare power not given to anyone else: we can bore people long after we are dead.
SINCLAIR LEWISIs it possible that nobody has ever known that there never has been a completely civilized man, and won’t be for another thousand years?
SINCLAIR LEWISIn fact, the whole thing about prohibition is this: it isn’t the initial cost, it’s the humidity.
SINCLAIR LEWISFunny how the world always praises its opera-singers so much and pays ’em so well and then starves its shoemakers, and yet it needs good shoes so much more than it needs opera–or war or fiction.
SINCLAIR LEWISIt might be the doing of Satan, in whom Aaron anxiously believed with all of his being except, perhaps, his mind.
SINCLAIR LEWISHe 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.
SINCLAIR LEWISWhen you think that most of us are doomed by divine grace to roast in hell, to say nothing of mortgages and hail and bad crops and extravagant womenfolks, ’tain’t any laughing matter!
SINCLAIR LEWISEmotionally I know she is better than every other country.
SINCLAIR LEWISAs ever admit it; and I do believe that if we busted out and admitted it sometimes, instead of being nice and patient and loyal for sixty years, and then nice and patient and dead for the rest of eternity, why, maybe, possibly, we might make life more fun.
SINCLAIR LEWISGood Lord, I don’t know what ‘rights’ a man has! And I don’t know the solution of boredom. If I did, I’d be the one philosopher that had the cure for living. But I do know that about ten times as many people find their lives dull, and unnecessarily dull.
SINCLAIR LEWISThe world and all its wisdom is but a booby, blundering school-boy that needs management and could be managed.
SINCLAIR LEWISWe 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 LEWISYou have more people that love you than you know.
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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