Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.

But you have gone now, all of you that were so beautiful when you were quick with life. Yet not gone, for you are still a living truth inside my mind. So how are you dead, my brothers and sisters, and all of you , when you live with me as surely as I live with myself.

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.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

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

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.