Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives

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.

You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.

I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery

Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living

Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.

If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!

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.

I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser

God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.

I told you we were meant to be, " he says, still smiling, still so Finn, who was always here but who I just didn't see and now--Well, now I kiss him.

Stories are life, " protested Pico. "Without them, books would be only paper and ink, with them they breathe, the reader is drawn in, the stories become him.

Come to the edge, He said.They said: We are afraid.Come to the edge, He said.They came. He pushed them, And they flew . . ."— Guillaume ApollinairetFrench poet

The journey itself is my home.

Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

When five up express, as is polite, regret at laying a stymie, but rejoice in your heart.

I think I would never be ready to do a regular job. I couldn’t go to the office every day at the same hour. I love my life. This freedom.

The earth is the earth as a peasant sees it, the world is the world as a duchess sees it, and anyway a duchess would be nothing if the earth was not there as the peasant sees it.

Truth is the mother of joy. Truth civilizes, ennobles and purifies. The grandest ambition that can enter the soul is to know the truth.

One blob of red in the wrong place and the audience isn't looking at the hero, they're looking at a patch of curtain (or something similar) and your whole effect is lost.