Whatever your fight, don't be ladylike.

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

My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.

My address is like my shoes. It travels with me. I abide where there is a fight against wrong.

I learned in the early part of my career that labor must bear the cross for others' sins, must be the vicarious sufferer for the wrongs that others do.

I am not afraid of the pen, or the scaffold, or the sword. I will tell the truth wherever I please.

He'll let the lawsuit do the talking.

I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

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

I'm past the point of no return.

Pray for the dead, and fight like hell for the living.