Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.
UPTON SINCLAIRThe proletarian writer is a writer with a purpose; he thinks no more of art for art’s sake than a man on a sinking ship thinks of painting a beautiful picture in the cabin; he thinks of getting ashore – and then there will be time enough for art.
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It is the music which makes it what it is; it is the music which changes the place from the rear room of a saloon in back of the yards to a fairy place, a wonderland, a little comer of the high mansions of the sky.
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I am sustained by a sense of the worthwhileness of what I am doing; a trust in the good faith of the process which created and sustains me. That process I call God.
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The proletarian writer is a writer with a purpose; he thinks no more of art for art’s sake than a man on a sinking ship thinks of painting a beautiful picture in the cabin; he thinks of getting ashore – and then there will be time enough for art.
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American journalism is a class institution, serving the rich and spurning the poor.
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I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.
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I have not only found good health, but perfect health; I have found a new state of being, a potentiality of life; a sense of lightness and cleanness and joyfulness, such as I did not know could exist in the human body.
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It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding it.
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They use everything about the hog except the squeal.
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You can’t make somebody understand something if their salary depends upon them not understanding it.
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We define journalism in America as the business and practice of presenting the news of the day in the interest of economic privilege.
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Man is an evasive beast, given to cultivating strange notions about himself.
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The old wanderlust had gotten into his blood, the joy of the unbound life, the joy of seeking, of hoping without limit.
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Wall Street had been doing business with pieces of paper; and now someone asked for a dollar, and it was discovered that the dollar had been mislaid.
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I just put on what the lady says. I’ve been married three times, so I’ve had lots of supervision.
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Dad, as a good American, believed his newspapers.
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