I tell you that the curse of God Almighty is on the saloon.

The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow. It promises prosperity and sends adversity. It promises happiness and sends misery.... It is God's worst enemy and the devil's best friend.

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

At Kansas City, Kansas, before the saloons were closed, they were getting ready to build an addition to the jail. Now the doors swing idly on the hinges and there is nobody to lock in the jails.

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

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

The man who votes for the saloon is pulling on the same rope with the devil, whether he knows it or not.