For so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.

Jesus Christ.

“As soon as an intelligent workingman says, ‘I ought to earn so much,’ he is denounced as a leader of a band, and is discharged.

J.-H. Rosny, in Le Bilatéral.

On the pavement in mid December—a mother with her two months’ child still at the breast!
But this is forcing her to beg, it is condemning the children to death. And I am well, and I am strong, and I am courageous; and they refuse me work. Ah! I am under the ban of society.

Journal d’un Anarchiste (Augustin Léger).

You, Meyrargues, will speak, others will act. But let it be understood that this blood [Vaillant] calls for blood.
They were silent, reconciled, baptized in the fluid of this death. A state of heroic grace possessed them, effaced their differences, their quarrels, and their gibes.”—Victor Barrucand, in Avec le Feu.

John Brown’s body lies mouldering in the grave, His soul goes marching on.” American Popular Song.