Nothing to do but work

If I should die to-night And you should come in deepest grief and woe— And say:—"Here's that ten dollars that I owe," I might arise in my large white cravat And say, "What's that?"

Nothing to breathe but air Quick as a flash 'tis gone; Nowhere to fall but off, Nowhere to stand but on.

Nowhere to go but out, Nowhere to come but back.

There is no reason why a woman should not receive the same pay for the same work as a man. To argue otherwise is to argue against justice.

How still the morning of the hallow'd day! Mute is the voice of rural labour, hush'd The ploughboy's whistle, and the milkmaid's song.

It is neither capital nor labor but management that brings success, since management will attract capital, and capital can employ labor.