Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

My friends, it is solidarity of labor we want. We do not want to find fault with each other, but to solidify our forces and say to each other: We must be together; our masters are joined together and we must do the same thing.

I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser

I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living

I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.