Sinclair Lewis

The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods.

He was born to be a senator. He never said anything important, and he always said it sonorously.

Main Street is the climax of civilization.

There are two kinds of students the gods give me. One kind they dump on me like a bushel of potatoes.

He was none of the things which most Europeans and many Americans expect in a leader of American industry.

It is not recorded that he was able to answer.

He was supposed to be the most popular man in college; everyone believed that everyone else adored him; and none of them wanted to be with him.

It was the immemorial male reply to the restless woman.

Sincere? Hell! So is a cockroach!

He had helped to build a machine which was running away from him.

Verona giggled, momentary victor in the greatest of Great Wars, which is the family war.

He had, in fact, got everything from the church and Sunday School, except, perhaps, any longing whatever for decency and kindness and reason.

They were shelters for sparrows, not homes for warm laughing people.

There are two kinds of M.D.s⁠—those to whom c.c. means ‘cubic centimeter’ and those to whom it means ‘compound cathartic.’ The second kind are more prosperous.

Sam felt the security of his own cave and the assurance to be found in familiar work, in his office-staff, in his clubs, his habits and, most of all, his friends and Fran and the children.

It was a virile adventure masterfully executed.

The nights were unadulterated hell.

Raymie bared his teeth like a belligerent mouse.

The whole of Clif was more than the sum of his various parts.

He had, for a few days, forgotten that wherever he traveled, he must take his own familiar self along, and that that self would loom up between him and new skies, however rosy.