I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell-raiser.

I was born in revolution.

I'm not afraid of the press or the Militia.

I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.

I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell-raiser.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword.

I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

Out of labor's struggle in Arizona came better conditions for the workers, who must everywhere, at all times, under advantage and disadvantage work out their own salvation.

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

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.

I have always advised men to read.

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

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

And who is responsible for this appalling child slavery? Everyone.

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

Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.

What one state could not get alone, what one miner against a powerful corporation could not achieve, can be achieved by the union.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me.

You know I took an oath to tell the truth when I took the witness stand.

I want to hold a series of meetings all over the country and get the facts before the American people.

Men's hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

In Georgia where children work day and night in the cotton mills they have just passed a bill to protect song birds. What about the little children from whom all song is gone?

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives.

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

I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.

I will tell the truth wherever I please.

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

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 would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square with me.

What is a good enough principle for an American citizen ought to be good enough for the working man to follow.

I am not unaware that leaders betray, and sell out, and play false.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

The strike of the miners in Arizona was one of the most remarkable strikes in the history of the American labor movement. Its peaceful character, its successful outcome, were due to that most remarkable character, Governor Hunt.

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.

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 am not an anti to anything which will bring freedom to my class.

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.

We must stand together; if we don't, there will be no victory for any one of us.

Hell, if I'd jumped on all the dames I'm supposed to have jumped on, I'd have had no time to go fishing.

What the hell difference does it make, left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.

A worker's paradise is a consumer's hell.

There's an inherent thing in me where, if things are going too smooth, I'll sabotage the hell out of them, just to make the music more of a sanctuary.

The Clinton administration launched an attack on people in Texas because those people were religious nuts with guns. Hell, this country was founded by religious nuts with guns. Who does Bill Clinton think stepped ashore on Plymouth Rock?

I just had one of those "what the hell are we doing" moments.

Mankind is not likely to salvage civilization unless he can evolve a system of good and evil which is independent of heaven and hell.

Capitalism without bankruptcy is like Christianity without hell.

Looking back, I think we were all quite mature, surprisingly responsible. In earlier wars, boys of our age had just gone off to raise hell or enlist or both, but we stayed dutifully at our desks doing tomorrow's homework.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.