Men's Hearts Are Cold. They Are Indifferent.

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

I Preferred Sewing To Bossing Little Children.

I Am Not Blind To The Shortcomings Of Our Own People. I Am Not Unaware That Leaders Betray, And Sell Out, And Play False. But This Knowledge Does Not Outweigh The Fact That My Class, The Working Class, Is Exploited, Driven, Fought Back With The Weapon Of Starvation, With Guns And With Venal Courts Whenever They Strike For Conditions More Human, More Civilized For Their Children, And For Their Children's Children.

Mourn The Dead, Fight Like Hell For The Living

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