Emma Goldman

Industry is the ceaseless piracy of the rich against the poor.

The strongest of us are loath to give up a long-cherished dream.

The most disheartening tendency common among readers is to tear out one sentence from a work, as a criterion of the writer's ideas or personality.

Despotism, fearing for its power, seeks safety in bloodshed.

Religion, the dominion of the human mind; Property, the dominion of human needs; and Government, the dominion of human conduct, represent the stronghold of man's enslavement and all the horrors it entails.

I felt something snap within me.

The State is the altar of political freedom and, like the religious altar, it is maintained for the purpose of human sacrifice.

Free speech, free press, the spiritual achievements of centuries, what were they to this man?

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

The aureole was falling from the Communists. All of them seemed to believe that the end justified the means.

People are either not familiar with their history, or they have not yet learned that revolution is but thought carried into action.

Only a pale shadow remained, a grinning phantom that clutched at my heart.

More than any other people we are afraid of each other.

Petropavlovsk and Schlüsselburg stand as the living proof of how futile is the hope of the mighty to escape the Frankensteins of their own making.

It takes a loud voice to make the deaf hear.

A peculiar people, these Russians, saint and devil in one, manifesting the highest as well as the most brutal impulses, capable of almost anything except sustained effort.

In a desperate moment the string breaks. Untuned ears hear nothing but discord.

“I must get hold of something to help our peasant women. They are just beasts of burden,” she said.

Society has sinned so long against him—it ought at least to leave him that.

They must have been sabotaging that night.