I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination.
My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?
Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads.
I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.
God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.
You must stand for free speech in the streets.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell-raiser.
I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.
I abide where there is a fight against wrong.
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