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

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?

Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!

I was born in revolution.

Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination

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

I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.