If you lack joy, your Christianity must be leaking somewhere

One reason sin flourishes is that it is treated like a cream puff instead of a rattlesnake.

The law tells me how crooked I am. Grace comes along and straightens me out.

I don't believe there are devils enough in hell to pull a boy out of the arms of a godly mother.

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

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.

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