Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.
I will tell the truth wherever I please.
While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.
I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country. You don’t need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!
I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.
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.
Injustice boils in men’s hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.
I’m not a humanitarian. I’m a hell-raiser.
That is, the wife must care for what the husband cares for if he is to remain resolute.
And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.