The fellow that has no money is poor. The fellow that has nothing but money is poorer still.

After all is said that can be said upon the liquor traffic, its influence is degrading upon the individual, the family, politics and business, and upon everything that you touch in this old world.

Whiskey is all right in its place - but its place is hell.

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.

The fellow that has no money is poor. The fellow that has nothing but money is poorer still.

It would be a godsend if the Church would suffer persecution today; she hasn't suffered it for hundreds of years. She is growing rich and lagging behind. Going back.

Better die an old maid, sister, than marry the wrong man.