His name was George F. Babbitt, and . . . he was nimble in the calling of selling houses for more than people could afford to pay.

When audiences come to see us authors lecture, it is largely in the hope that we'll be funnier to look at than to read.

Winter is not a season, it's an occupation.

Paris is one of the largest, and certainly it is the pleasantest, of modern American cities.

She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street.

When facism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the American flag.

Upon this theology he rarely pondered. The kernel of his practical religion was that it was respectable, and beneficial to one's business, to be seen going to services; that the church kept the Worst Elements from being still worse; and that the pastor's sermons, however dull they might seem at the time of taking, yet had a voodooistic power which 'did a fellow good-- kept him in touch with Higher Things.