I cannot think of a thing that was better in those good old days.

there is nothing more American than the trade-union movement.

What the woman who labors wants is the right to live, not simply exist ... the right to life, and the sun and music and art ... The worker must have bread, but she must have roses too.

The life of men and women is so cheap and property is so sacred. There are so many of us for one job it matters little if 146 of us are burned to death.

I know from my experience it is up to the working people to save themselves. The only way they can save themselves is by a strong working-class movement.

... it is the spirit of trade unionism that is most important, the service of fellowship, the feeling that the hurt of one is the concern of all and that the work of the individual benefits all.

Then came a big strike. About 100 girls went out. The result was a victory, which netted us - I mean the girls - $2 increase in our wages on the average.

We have tried you citizens; we are trying you now, and you have a couple of dollars for the sorrowing mothers, brothers and sisters by way of a charity gift.

All the time our union was progressing very nicely. There were lectures to make us understand what trades unionism is and our real position in the labor movement.

You have nothing that the humblest worker has not a right to have also.

Today, for many people, being a union member simply means paying dues, but in the early days there were so few of us that if a majority of the members were not active, the union ceased to exist.

The Lord has called me to obedience, though not always to success.

Trust Christ, but do not trust yourself

Teach us the names of what we have destroyed.

Its about cherishing the woodland at the bottom of your garden or the stream that runs through it. It affects every aspect of life.

We are who people think we are.

To secure a contented spirit, measure your desires by your fortune, and not your fortune by your desires.

Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on

I have only one eye. Do you want me to look at the road or the at the speedometer.

The more one loves, the heavier the meaning of death becomes, and the deeper the sense of loss. Love and death are not different things, they are the front and back of the same thing.

Every man I knew went to bed with Gilda... and woke up with me.