The mine owners do not find the gold...

The bandage will remain on the eyes of Justice as long as the Capitalist has the cut, shuffle, and deal.

A strike is an incipient revolution. Many large revolutions have grown out of a small strike.

If one man has a dollar he didn’t work for, some other man worked for a dollar he didn’t get.

If the workers are organized, all they have to do is to put their hands in their pockets and they have got the capitalist class whipped.

Eight hours of work, eight hours of play, eight hours of sleep – eight hours a day!

The mine owners did not find the gold, they did not mine the gold, they did not mill the gold, but by some weird alchemy all the gold belonged to them!