I would fight God Almighty Himself if He didn't play square 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

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

No matter what the fight, don't be ladylike!

I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression. My address is like my shoes; it travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living