I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.
UPTON SINCLAIRHuman 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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They use everything about the hog except the squeal.
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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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Dad, as a good American, believed his newspapers.
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The private control of credit is the modern form of slavery.
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In a society dominated by the fact of commercial competition, money is necessarily the test of prowess, and wastefulness the sole criterion of power.
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Fascism is capitalism plus murder.
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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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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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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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There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.
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If we are the greatest nation the sun ever shone upon, it would seem to be mainly because we have been able to goad our wage-earners to this pitch of frenzy.
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All art is propaganda. It is universally and inescabably propaganda; sometimes unconsciously, but often deliberately, propaganda.
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Pessimism is mental disease. It means illness in the person who voices it, and in the society which produces that person.
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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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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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