And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help. – Agnes Smedley
Much that we read of Russia is imagination and desire only. – Agnes Smedley
My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners. – Agnes Smedley
Like all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster. – Agnes Smedley
By avarice and selfishness, and a groveling habit, from which none of us is free, of regarding the soil as property, or the means of acquiring property chiefly, the landscape is deformed, husbandry is degraded with us, and the farmer leads the meanest of lives. He knows Nature but as a robber. – Henry David Thoreau