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 Sinclair Copy Share Image
Turn over the pages of history and read the damning record of the church's opposition to every advance in every field of science. . . . — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
You don't have to be satisfied with America as you find it. You can change it. I didn't like the way I found America… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“A wonderful privilege it was to be thus admitted into the soul of a man of genius, to be allowed to share the ecstasies… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“...the souls of none of them were dead, but only sleeping; now and then they would waken, and these were cruel times.” — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“He learned that love is not all pleasure, but can be agony and heartache, martyrdom and sacrifice. He learned what the clergyman was talking… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
I am sustained by a sense of the worthwhileness of what I am doing; a trust in the good faith of the process which… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“We have a flabby public opinion which would wring its hands in anguish if we took the labor leader by the scruff of his… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“He seemed to be growing conservative, allying himself with Göring’s friends, the great industrialists, and forgetting the promises he had made to the common… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
The first thing brought forth by the study of any religion, ancient or modern, is that it is based upon Fear, born of it,… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
American journalism is a class institution, serving the rich and spurning the poor. — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“Now I ask you: could any muck-raker in a rage make up a list of titles more completely expressive of vulgarity, commercialism and general… — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
“In that country, rich or poor, a man was free... So America was a place of which lovers and young people dreamed.” — Upton Sinclair Copy Share Image
