I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.

Your ancestors fought for you to have a share in that institution over there. It's yours. See the school board, and every Friday night hold your meetings there. Have your wives clean it up Saturday morning for the children to enter Monday. Your organization is not a praying institution. It's a fighting institution. It's an educational institution along industrial lines. Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living!

I'm not a humanitarian, I'ma hell-raiser.

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

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

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!

Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.