I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have
inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these
are more easily acquired than got rid of.  Better if they had been
born in the open pasture and suckled by a wolf, that they might have
seen with clearer eyes what field they were called to labor in.  Who
made them serfs of the soil?  Why should they eat their sixty acres,
when man is condemned to eat only his peck of dirt?  Why should they
begin digging their graves as soon as they are born?

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

One man's life touches so many others, when he's not there it leaves an awfully big hole.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

Suicide sometimes proceeds from cowardice, but not always; for cowardice sometimes prevents it; since as many live because they are afraid to die, as die because they are afraid to live.

The great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise!

I am an anarchist! Wherefore I will not rule and also ruled I will not be.

When I feed the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

Hurrah for anarchy! This is the happiest moment of my life. [Last words on the gallows.]

How fortunate for leaders that men do not think.