I’m not a humanitarian, I’m a hell-raiser.
I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.
God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.
I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery.
I believe that no man who holds a leader’s position should ever accept favors from either side. He is then committed to show favors. A leader must stand alone.
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!
You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.
The employment of children is doing more to fill prisons, insane asylums, almshouses, reformatories, slums, and gin shops than all the efforts of reformers are doing to improve society.
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!
Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination.