But he like my mother, had certainly come to know that those who work the most do not make the most money. It was the fault of the rich, it seemed, but just how he did not know. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
For months it seemed that a revolution was certain. But instead, slavery seems more likely now. The working class no longer has the physical resistance for a revolution, and the Entente is too strong, and Russia is too weak. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital. There were fifty-four women and… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot,… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
But he like my mother, had certainly come to know that those who work the most do not make the most money. It was… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
“...we live this one brief and precious hour called Life; ...it is not in keeping with the nobility of existence to keep other human… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
What a couple. I'm consumed into ashes. And he's always raking up the ashes and setting them on fire again. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless… Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter. — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
Subjection of any kind and in any place is beneath the dignity of man ... the highest joy is to fight by the side… — Agnes Smedley Copy Share Image
