Wasn't the work o' my brains bought for seven hundred pounds, and hasn't one hundred thousand pounds been gained them by that seven hundred without the stirring of a finger. It is a thing that will take as much and give you as little as it can. When I went this morning to those old men from London, I looked into their very 'earts. Tis not for this little moment of time we're fighting, not for ourselves, our own little bodies, and their wants, 'tis for all those that come after throughout all time. If we can shake the white-faced monster with the bloody lips, that has sucked the life out of ourselves, our wives, and children, since the world began.
Consistency is the greatest crime of our commercial age.
No matter how intense the spirit or how important the man, the moment he will not allow himself to be used or sell his principles, he is thrown on the dust heap. Such is the fate of Anthony, the President of the Company, and of David Roberts. Yet they share a common fate. I have been Chairman of this Company since its inception two and thirty years ago. . . . The men have been treated justly, they have had fair wages, we have always been ready to listen to complaints.