I’m not a humanitarian, I’m a hell-raiser.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others’ sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do.
I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.
The miners lost because they had only the constitution. The other side had bayonets. In the end, bayonets always win.
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!