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

Freedom for the working class!

You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand

I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.

Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation

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