Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.

In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?

And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.

I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.

All the average human being asks is something he can call a home; a family that is fed and warm; and now and then a little happiness; once in a long while an extravagance.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

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