I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.

What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.

But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.

If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives

...Poetic injustice...having made over Japan in our own image. The Japanese, ...are now, next to us, the greatest consumers of meat in the world.