Injustice Boils In Men's Hearts

Reformation, Like Education, Is A Journey, Not A Destination

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.

Life Comes To The Miners Out Of Their Deaths, And Death Out Of Their Lives

My Address Is Like My Shoes. It Travels With Me. I Abide Where There Is A Fight Against Wrong.

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