The minds of men are at last aroused; reason looks out and justifies her own, and malice finds all her work is ruin.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

The working class owes all honor and respect to the first men who planted the standard of labor solidarity on the hostile frontier of unorganized industry.

The kids are not brought up to have minds of their own as individuals.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

It is a struggle for the minds of the people... No cause justifies recourse to terrorism.