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 nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

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

I pity anyone who can't laugh. There must be something wrong with their religion or their lives. The devil can't laugh.

Some homes need a hickory switch a good deal more than they do a piano.

Trying to run a church without revivals can be done when you can run a gasoline engine on buttermilk.

There are individuals who have never done anything for Jesus Christ, and I have no doubt there are preachers as well, who have never done anything for the God Almighty.