Injustice boils in men's hearts as does steel in its cauldron, ready to pour forth, white hot, in the fullness of time.

I will tell the truth wherever I please.

You ought to be out raising hell. This is the fighting age. Put on your fighting clothes.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.

I hope to live long enough to be the great-grandmother of all agitators.