Subjection of any kind and in any place is beneath the dignity of man.
AGNES SMEDLEYI have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.
More Agnes Smedley Quotes
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She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
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New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.
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I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.
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No one yet knows what a man’s province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.
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The subjects treated were technical Marxist theories.
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There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.
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There are many men – such as those often to be found among the Indians – who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.
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I forgot the songs they sung – and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue.
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The highest joy is to fight by the side of those who for any reason of their own making or ours, are unable to develop to full human stature.
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My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike.
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I would not let it ruin me as it ruined others! I would speak only with money, hard money.
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In the little hall leading to it was a rack holding various Socialist or radical newspapers, tracts, and pamphlets in very small print and on very bad paper.
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Friendship is far more human.
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Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man.
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Like all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection; to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.
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