I have always advised men to read.
What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.
I am not an anti to anything which will bring freedom to my class.
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.
The miners lost because they had only the constitution. The other side had bayonets. In the end, bayonets always win.
I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.
Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
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.
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!
In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?
Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.
Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation.
Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.
God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me.
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.
The strike of the miners in Arizona was one of the most remarkable strikes in the history of the American labor movement. Its peaceful character, its successful outcome, were due to that most remarkable character, Governor Hunt.
Whatever your fight, don't be ladylike.
I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.
I preferred sewing to bossing little children.