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

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

Listen, if I heard shrieks and cries coming from a house and I ran in there and I found a great big broad shouldered whiskey soaked Joe weasel, dragging his wife about by the hair, and over here, two children are unconscious from his blows and kicks and another one screaming in terror, do you think I would apologize for being there? No! I'd knock 7 kinds of pork out of that old hog.

I have more respect for the devil than for some preachers I have met; the devil believes the Bible is the Word of God!

Lord save us from off-handed, flabby-cheeked, brittle-boned, weak-kneed, thin-skinned, pliable, plastic, spineless, effeminate, ossified, three-karat Christianity.

And if you think that anybody is going to frighten me, you don't know me yet.

When the English language gets in my way, I walk over it.