The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!
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
I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser
I have always advised men to read
You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand
Freedom for the working class!