Sinclair Lewis
Sinclair Lewis
Harry Sinclair Lewiswas an American novelist, short-story writer, and playwright. In 1930, he became the first writer from the United States to receive the Nobel Prize in Literature, which was awarded "for his vigorous and graphic art of description and his ability to create, with wit and humor, new types of characters." His works are known for their insightful and critical views of American capitalism and materialism between the wars. He is also respected for his strong characterizations of modern...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 February 1885
CitySauk Centre, MN
CountryUnited States of America
There are two insults no human will endure. The assertion that he has no sense of humor and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble.
There are two insults no human being will endure: that he has no sense of humor, and that he has never known trouble.
When facism comes to America it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.
. . . she did her work with the thoroughness of a mind which reveres details and never quite understands them . . .
a dictator with something of the earthy American sense of humor of a Mark Twain, a George Ade, a Will Rogers, an Artemus Ward.
. . . being a man given to oratory and high principles, he enjoyed the sound of his own vocabulary and the warmth of his own virtue.
Most troubles are unnecessary. We have Nature beaten; we can make her grow wheat; we can keep warm when she sends blizzards. So we raise the devil just for pleasure--wars, politics, race-hatreds, labor-disputes.
Fascism will come to America wrapped in a flag,
It has not yet been recorded that any human being has gained a very large or permanent contentment from meditation upon the fact that he is better off than others.
Whatever the misery, he could not regain contentment with a world which, once doubted, became absurd.
Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.
It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.
Since dictating the Bible, and hiring a perfect race of ministers to explain it, God has never done much but creep around and try to catch us disobeying it.
Curiously, neither God nor the devil may wear modern dress, but must retain Grecian vestments.