Quotes About Inequality

The New York Times op-ed page changed it to "Women Are Never Front-Runners.

The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.

Women's Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It's the men who are discriminated against. They can't bear children. And no one's likely to do anything about that.

A child is born to a welfare case/ Where the rats run around like they own the place/ The room is chilly, the building is old/ That's how it goes/ A doctor's found on his welfare rounds/ And he comes and he leaves on the double

There is something wrong in a government where they who do the most have the least. There is something wrong, when honesty wears a rag, and rascality a robe; when the loving, the tender, eat a crust, while the infamous sit at banquets.

A pair of workman's brogans encased my feet, and for trousers I was furnished with a pair of pale blue, washed-out overalls, one leg of which was fully ten inches shorter than the other. The abbreviated leg looked as though the devil had there clutched for the Cockney's soul and missed the shadow for the substance.

We could not strike back, for we were starving; and it is the way of the world that when one man feeds another he is that man's master.

Oh, these cursed phrases, these lies of language, under which people with meat in their bellies and whole shirts on their backs shelter themselves, and evade the responsibility of their brothers and sisters, empty of belly and without whole shirts on their backs.

We all know that, as things actually are, many of the most influential and most highly remunerated members of the Bar in every centre of wealth, make it their special task to work out bold and ingenious schemes by which their wealthy clients, individual or corporate, can evade the laws which were made to regulate, in the interests of the public, the uses of great wealth.

On the other hand, the great helpless mass of the population, the people of the abyss, was sinking into a brutish apathy of content with misery.

A exploração da mão-de-obra, os salários de miséria, as hordas de desempregados e a multidão sem abrigo e sem casa é o espectáculo a que se assiste quando há mais homens do que trabalho.

Quando há mais homens que trabalho, todos os que sobram são relegados para o contingente dos incapazes e como tal ficam condenados a uma destruição penosa e progressiva.

A supremacia de determinada classe só pode impor-se por via da degradação das outras classes sociais.

As some one has said, they do everything for the poor except get off their backs

You are one with a crowd of men who have made what they call a government, who are masters of all the other men, and who eat the food the other men get and would like to eat themselves.

It was not a column, but a mob, an awful river that filled the street, the people of the abyss, mad with drink and wrong, up at last and roaring for the blood of their masters. I had seen the people of the abyss before, gone through its ghettos, and thought I knew it; but I found that I was now looking on it for the first time. Dumb apathy had vanished. It was now dynamic—a fascinating spectacle of dread.

Esiste una forza più grande della ricchezza, ed è più grande perché non può esserci sottratta, La nostra forza, la forza dei proletari, sta nei nostri muscoli, sta nelle nostre mani che possono deporre le schede nelle urne, sta nelle nostre dita che possono premere un grilletto. Non possono strapparci questa forza. È la forza primitiva, la forza sorella della vita, è la forza più potente della ricchezza, che la ricchezza non può sottrarci.

In face of the facts that modern man lives more wretchedly than the cave-man, and that his producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, no other conclusion is possible than that the capitalist class has mismanaged, that you have mismanaged, my masters, that you have criminally and selfishly mismanaged.

it. The man with the high standard of living will always do more work and better than the man with the low standard of living.

I confess I began to grow incensed at this happy crowd streaming by, and to extract a sort of satisfaction from the London statistics which demonstrate that one in every four adults is destined to die on public charity, either in the workhouse, the infirmary, or the asylum.

The population of London is one-seventh of the total population of the United Kingdom, and in London, year in and year out, one adult in every four dies on public charity, either in the workhouse, the hospital, or the asylum. When the fact that the well-to-do do not end thus is taken into consideration', it becomes manifest that it is the fate of at least one in every three adult workers to die on public charity.

I was in touch with great souls who exalted flesh and spirit over dollars and cents, and to whom the thin wail of the starved slum child meant more than all the pomp and circumstance of commercial expansion and world empire.

Quando quer que um homem surgisse e quisesse ir adiante, todos os que ficaram parados no tempo diziam que ele estava regredindo e devia ser morto. E a gente pobre ajudava a apedrejá-lo, pois era tola. Todos nós éramos tolos, exceto os que engordavam e não trabalhavam. Os tolos eram chamados de sábios, e os sábios eram apedrejados. Homens que trabalhavam não tinham o suficiente para comer, e homens que não trabalhavam comiam demais.

Those were their cards and they had to play them, willy-nilly, hunchbacked or straight backed, crippled or clean-limbed, addle-pated or clear-headed. There was no fairness in it. The cards most picked up put them into the sucker class; the cards of a few enabled them to become robbers. The playing of the cards was life—the crowd of players, society. The table