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

I would not be a Moses to lead you into the Promised Land, because if I could lead you into it, someone else could lead you out of it.

The truth has always been dangerous to the rule of the rogue, the exploiter, the robber. So the truth must be supressed.

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

Chicago is the product of modern capitalism, and, like other great commercial centers, is unfit for human habitation.

Why should the railroad employees be parceled out among a score of different organizations? They are all employed in the same service. Their interests are mutual. They ought to be able to act together as one. But they divide according to craft and calling, and if you were to propose today to unite them that they might actually do something to advance their collective and individual interests as workers, you would be opposed by every grand officer of these organizations.

Too long have the workers of the world waited for some Moses to lead them out of bondage... I would not lead you out if I could; for if you could be led out, you could be led back again. I would have you make up your minds there is nothing that you cannot do for yourselves.