American Novelist, Social Critic and Playwright, Awarded Nobel Prize in Literature
All this working land was turned into exuberance by the light. The sunshine was dizzy on open stubble; shadows from immense cumulus clouds were forever sliding across low mounds; and the sky was wider and loftier and more resolutely blue than the sky of cities... she declared. It's a glorious country; a land to be big in
Don't be a writer. Writing is an escape from something. You be a scientist.
He had, in fact, got everything from the church and Sunday School, except, perhaps, any longing whatever for decency and kindness and reason.
Her laugh had an October tang of bitterness in it.
An ugly woodshed that's there, right on the ground, is handsomer to me than a ten-story temple that isn't there.
Elmer Gantry was drunk. He was eloquently drunk, lovingly and pugnaciously drunk.
He heard them whispering — whispering... The independence seeped out of him and he walked the streets alone, afraid of men's cynical eyes and the incessant hiss of whispering.
His entire system of theology was comprised in the Bible, which he never read, and the Methodist Church, which he rarely attended.
Any two people who have spent more than two days together already have the material for a life-long feud, in traits which at first were amusing or admirable.
Even if some details of dogma aren't true — or even all of 'em — think what a consolation religion and the church are to weak humanity!
He is the only real revolutionary, the authentic scientist, because he alone knows how liddle he knows. He must be heartless. He lives in a cold, clear light. Yet dis is a funny t'ing: really, in private, he is not cold nor heartless — so much less cold than the Professional Optimists.
His name was George F. Babbitt, and… he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.
Every man is a king so long as he has someone to look down on.