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

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

If they want to hang me, let them. And on the scaffold I will shout Freedom for the working class!

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

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.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living

I will tell the truth wherever I please.