I will tell the truth wherever I please.

Reformation, like education, is a journey, not a destination

I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.

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

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 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 live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.