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

Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.

What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

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

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.

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.