Your Honor, years ago I recognized my kinship with all living beings, and I made up my mind that I was not one bit better than the meanest on earth. I said then, and I say now, that while there is a lower class, I am in it, and while there is a criminal element I am of it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free.

The prison, above all others, should be the most human of institutions.

I would no more teach children military training than teach them arson, robbery, or assassination.

The rights of one are as sacred as the rights of a million.

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

The workers are the saviors of society, the redeemers of the race.

As long as this great army of workers is scattered among so many craft unions, it will be impossible for them to unite and act in harmony together. Craft unionism is the negation of solidarity. The more unions you have, the less unity.