Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

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

My friends, it is solidarity of labor we want. We do not want to find fault with each other, but to solidify our forces and say to each other: We must be together; our masters are joined together and we must do the same thing.

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

That is, the wife must care for what the husband cares for if he is to remain resolute.

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

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