“Labor Day is devoted to no man, living or dead, to no sect, race or nation.”

It is impossible for capitalists and laborers to have common interests.

The trade union movement represents the organized economic power of the workers… It is in reality the most potent and the most direct social insurance the workers can establish.

So long as we have held fast to voluntary principles and have been actuated and inspired by the spirit of service.

[The labor movement is] a movement of the working people, for the working people, by the working people, governed by ourselves, with its policies determined by ourselves.

To be free, the workers must have choice. To have choice they must retain in their own hands the right to determine under what conditions they will work.

The labor of a human being is not a commodity or article of commerce.

So long as there is one [person] who seeks employment and cannot find it, the hours of work are too long.

Show me that product of human endeavor in the making of which the workingman has had no share, and I will show you something that society can well dispense with.

In the last analysis, the welfare of the workers depends upon their own initiative. Whatever is done under the guise of philanthropy or social morality which in any way lessens initiative is the greatest crime that can be committed against the toilers.

Let social busybodies and professional “public morals experts” in their fads reflect upon the perils they rashly invite under this pretense of social welfare.

One fact stands out in bold relief in the history of man’s attempts for betterment. That is that when compulsion is used, only resentment is aroused, and the end is not gained. Only through moral suasion and appeal to man’s reason can a movement succeed.

You can’t weigh the soul of a man with a bar of pig-iron.

The worst crime against working people is a company which fails to operate at a profit.

The working people know no country. They are citizens of the world.

Doing for people what they can and ought to do for themselves is a dangerous experiment.

Our movement is of the working people, for the working people, by the working people. . . .

One day at a time either you can be what people want you to be, or to be who you are.

The sky is blue for most of the day but it never gives up even for a single day.

Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.

There is a wild in you which thrives in places and on days, when, even the sun in you couldn’t survive.

Baby we are not getting older each day we live our new versions and the new has no age.

I love the days when the earth smiles back.

Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.

What a funny world we live in people live their days in pursuit of filling their hands with things only to depart this life empty handed.