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

You have more people that love you than you know.

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.

People read fiction for emotion-not information

I think perhaps we want a more conscious life. We're tired of drudging and sleeping and dying. We're tired of seeing just a few people able to be individualists. We're tired of always deferring hope till the next generation. We're tired of hearing politicians and priests and cautious reformers... coax us, 'Be calm! Be patient! Wait! We have the plans for a Utopia already made; just wiser than you.' For ten thousand years they've said that. We want our Utopia now — and we're going to try our hands at it.

Don't be a writer. Writing is an escape from something. You be a scientist.

Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead.