I would rather be arrested as a traitor than fight a war for Wall Street.

The guns on the walls that surround the prison accurately, though unwittingly, index the true character of the penitentiary in our day.

Speaking of myself, I was made to realize long ago that the old trade union was utterly incompetent to deal successfully with the exploiting corporations in this struggle. I was made to see that in craft unionism the capitalist class have it within their power to keep the workers divided, to use one part of them to conquer and crush another part of them. Indeed, I was made to see that the old form of unionism separates the workers and keeps them helpless at the mercy of their masters.

The general public knows practically nothing about the prison and appears to be little concerned about how it is managed and how prisoners are treated.

If I were hungry and friendless today, I would rather take my chances with a saloon-keeper than with the average preacher.

In the very progress of society, the prison has in the very nature of things undergone some improvement, but there are vast stretches yet to be covered before the prison becomes, if it ever does, an institution for the reclamation and rehabilitation of erring and unfortunate men and women.

Wherever capitalism appears, in pursuit of its mission of exploitation, there will Socialism, fertilized by misery, watered by tears, and vitalized by agitation be also found, unfurling its class-struggle banner and proclaiming its mission of emancipation.