Harry Sinclair Lewis was born on February 7, 1885 in Minnesota.
Lewis was an extremely cold, stern, and business-minded man.
I tell you, an honest man gets sick when he hears the word ‘Liberty’ today, after what the Republicans did to it!
Any person advocating Communism, Socialism, or Anarchism, advocating refusal to enlist in case of war, or advocating alliance with Russia in any war whatsoever, shall be subject to trial for high treason, with a minimum penalty of twenty years at hard labor in prison, and a maximum of death on the gallows, or other form of execution which the judges may find convenient.
For they were thieves not only of wages but of honor. To their purpose they could quote not only Scripture but Jefferson.
The smallness of the school, the fewness of rivals, permitted her to experiment with her perilous versatility.
God, sir, men’s souls and blood are not eggshells for tyrants to break!
Manhattan peasants. Kind people, industrious people, generous to their aged, eager to find any desperate cure for the sickness of worry over losing the job. Most facile material for any rabble-rouser.
She was credulous, perhaps; a born hero-worshipper; yet she did question and examine unceasingly.
Always she was disappointed, but always she effervesced anew –.
She would earn her living.
What conceivable reason could one have for seeking after righteousness in a world which so hated righteousness?
To be “intellectual” or “artistic” or, in their own word, to be “highbrow,” is to be priggish and of dubious virtue.
We don’t want all this highbrow intellectuality, all this book-learning. That’s good enough in its way, but isn’t it, after all, just a nice toy for grownups?
Except, perhaps, that he was an atheist in theology, he was a strict orthodox Christian.
It had been cold in Vermont, with early snow, but the white drifts lay to the earth so quietly, in unstained air, that the world seemed a silver-painted carnival, left to silence. Even on a moonless night, a pale radiance came from the snow, from the earth itself, and the stars were drops of quicksilver.
American whose fathers have lived in the country for over two generations is so utterly different from any other American.
Is it just possible,′ he sighed, ’that the most vigorous and obldest idealists have been the worst enemies of human progress instead of its greatest creators?
Why are you so afraid of the word ‘Fascism,’ Doremus? Just a word – just a word! And might not be so bad, with all the lazy bums we got panhandling relief nowadays, and living on my income tax and yours – not so worse to have a real Strong Man, like Hitler or Mussolini – like Napoleon or Bismarck in the good old days – and have ’em really run the country and make it efficient and prosperous again.
We ought to keep all these foreigners out of the country, and what I mean, the Kikes just as much as the Wops and Hunkies and Chinks.