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

I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

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

I will tell the truth wherever I please.

I have always advised men to read.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.

Not all the coal that is dug warms the world.

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

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

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.

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

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 was born in revolution.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Men’s hearts are cold. They are indifferent.

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

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?

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

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.

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

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

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