Sometimes it seemed to me I could not look at those silent little figures; that I must go north, to the grim coal fields, to the Rocky Mountain camps, where the labor fight is at least fought by grown men

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'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser

I believe that movements to suppress wrongs can be carried out under the protection of our flag.

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.

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

Today the white child is sold for two dollars a week to the manufacturers.