O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the wideness of that rich moment.

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn.

How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian regiments to fight in the cause of the people.

A man will never know a woman until he knows her work.