The reign of tears is over. The slums will soon be only a memory. We will turn our prisons into factories and our jails into storehouses and comcribs. Men will walk upright now, women will smile, and the children will laugh. Hell will be forever for rent.

There is no law, divine or human, that the saloon respects.

Try praising your wife, even if it does frighten her at first.

Some ministers say, 'If you don't repent you'll die and go to a place the name of which I can't pronounce.' I can! You'll go to hell!

Whiskey and beer are all right in their place, but their place is in hell.

It is not what you have on you, but what you have in you.

I dare not exercise personal liberty if it infringes on the liberty of others.