Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men

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

I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery

...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.

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.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living

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