But the devil is a subtle worm; he does not give up at one defeat, for he knows human nature, and the strength of the forces which battle for him.
UPTON SINCLAIRPessimism is mental disease. It means illness in the person who voices it, and in the society which produces that person.
More Upton Sinclair Quotes
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Fascism is capitalism plus murder.
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I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.
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They use everything about the hog except the squeal.
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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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I don’t know whether anyone will care to examine my heart, but if they do, they will find two words there- ‘social justice.’ For that is what I have believed in and fought for.
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The first thing brought forth by the study of any religion, ancient or modern, is that it is based upon Fear, born of it, fed by it — and that it cultivates the source from which its nourishment is derived.
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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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Dad, as a good American, believed his newspapers.
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In the twilight, it was a vision of power.
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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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Man is an evasive beast, given to cultivating strange notions about himself.
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Can you blame me if I am pursued by the thought of how much we could do to remedy social evils, if only we had an honest and disinterested press?
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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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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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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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