I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country. You don't need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!

Some day the workers will take possession of your city hall, and when we do, no child will be sacrificed on the altar of profit!

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

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 nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.

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

Slowly those who create the wealth of the world are permitted to share it. The future is in labor's strong, rough hands.