I'm not a lady, I'm a hellraiser

I asked a man in prison once how he happened to be there and he said he had stolen a pair of shoes. I told him if he had stolen a railroad he would be a United States Senator.

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

I know that there are no limits to which the powers of privilege will not go to keep the workers in slavery

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

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living

Sit down and read. Educate yourself for the coming conflicts.

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

The employment of children is doing more to fill prisons, insane asylums, almshouses, reformatories, slums, and gin shops than all the efforts of reformers are doing to improve society.

God almighty made women and the Rockefeller gang of thieves made the ladies.

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 get into beatific cornucopia when I delve into books, coffee, and wanderings!

You are the creation of your own consciousness.

I was not born to wait.

When your eyes are fixed on the horizon of eternity, it affects your vision for motherhood.

Business? It's quite simple; it's other people's money.

I feel that success is the best revenge in this world.

We must see with our own eyes and not accept any laid-down tradition as if it had some magical power in it.

Inspiration is enough to give expression to the tone in singing, especially when the song is without words.

I'm a pretty happy camper. Look a little more like Paul Newman, maybe. Haha.

Krasivaya. It means beautiful, but with strength. Unique.