In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?

I was born in revolution.

I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.

I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.

I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell-raiser.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.

I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation.

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

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.

I have always advised men to read.

Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.

I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.

And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.

Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination.

Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.

What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.

You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand.

I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people.

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?

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

I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.

I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.

I will tell the truth wherever I please.

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

I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.

I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me.

What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.

I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

The strike of the miners in Arizona was one of the most remarkable strikes in the history of the American labor movement. Its peaceful character, its successful outcome, were due to that most remarkable character, Governor Hunt.

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.

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads.

I am not an anti to anything which will bring freedom to my class.

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.

We must stand together; if we don't, there will be no victory for any one of us.

It's just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

What birds can have their bills more peculiarly formed than the ibis, the spoonbill, and the heron?

Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind - listen to the birds. And don't hate nobody.

I can scarcely manage to scribble a tolerable English letter. I know that I am not a scholar, but meantime I am aware that no man living knows better than I do the habits of our birds.

I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products?

Make no mistake about it. These are not 'kookie' birds. Right now the greatest player, the big tent on the political scene in America, is called the Tea Party movement.

The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.