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

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

All the average human being asks is something he can call a home; a family that is fed and warm; and now and then a little happiness; once in a long while an extravagance.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.

I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me

No matter what the fight, don't be ladylike!

The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth!