Joe Hill
Joe Hill
Joe Hill, born Joel Emmanuel Hägglund in Gävle, Sweden, and also known as Joseph Hillströmwas a Swedish-American labor activist, songwriter, and member of the Industrial Workers of the World. A native Swedish speaker, he learned English during the early 1900s, while working various jobs from New York to San Francisco. Hill, an immigrant worker frequently facing unemployment and underemployment, became a popular songwriter and cartoonist for the radical union. His most famous songs include "The Preacher and the Slave", "The...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionActivist
Date of Birth7 October 1879
CountryUnited States of America
Don't ever have children, Tyler, unless you're ready to be afraid everyday for the rest of your life.
The soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you. The soul would be no good to the devil if it could be destroyed. And it is not lost when placed in Satan's care, as is so often said. He always know exactly how to put his finger on it.
Some things you didn't give away, no matter how much you owed.
It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.
If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.
It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.
I am; I was. I want to be.
You'll have pie in the sky when you die.
I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.
Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.
There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.
I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better
If the workers took a notion they could stop all speeding trains; every ship upon the ocean they can tie with mighty chains.
Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.