I love America, but I don't like it.

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

Is it possible that nobody has ever known that there never has been a completely civilized man, and won't be for another thousand years?

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

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.

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.

There are dozens of young poets and fictioneers most of them a little insane in the tradition of James Joyce, who, however insane they may be, have refused to be genteel and traditional and dull.