We mustn't be stiff and stand-off, you know. We must be thoroughly democratic, and patronize everybody without distinction of class.

Who is this Baby Ruth? And what does she do?

Every girl has a right to be loved.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Security, the chief pretense of civilization, cannot exist where the worst of dangers, the danger of poverty, hangs over everyone's head.

When I speak of The Case for Equality I mean human equality; and that, of course, can only mean one thing: it means equality of income.

I don't know what to say about this book. The experience on which it is founded is so extraordinary, that an honest record of it should be preserved . . . But it would have driven me mad; and I am not sure that the author came out of it without a slight derangement.