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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.

Upton Sinclair

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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Business Country Media Practice Privilege
Through fasting. . .I have found a perfect health, a new state of existence, a feeling of purity and happiness, something unknown to humans.
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Existence Feeling Health Human Myself Perfection
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.
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Drama Fate Grief Human Magic Past Poet Remember Sad Spirit Strange Suffering Tragedy Word Writing
Turn over the pages of history and read the damning record of the church’s opposition to every advance in every field of science. . . .
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History Religion Science
It is foolish to be convinced without evidence, but it is equally foolish to refuse to be convinced by real evidence.
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Evidence Fools Reality
The private control of credit is the modern form of slavery.
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Control Money Slave
One of the necessary accompaniments of capitalism in a democracy is political corruption.
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Accomplishment Corruption Democracy Necessary Oneself Politics
Fascism is capitalism plus murder.
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Death Injustice Nation Politics
An event of colossal and overwhelming significance may happen all at once, but the words which describe it have to come one by one in a long chain.
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Book History Oneself Word
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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Hope Joy Life Limitation Old Seek
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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Body Existence Goodness Gratitude Health Human Joy Myself Perfection Potential
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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Art Enough Himself Purpose Thinking Time Writing
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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Change Music Place Room Sky Wonderful
I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.
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Accident Heart Hit Mistake Myself People
All art is propaganda. It is universally and inescabably propaganda; sometimes unconsciously, but often deliberately, propaganda.
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Art Escape World
In the twilight, it was a vision of power.
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Power Vision

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