[To a priest who smoked:] What a shame for a man to dress like a saint and smell like a devil!
Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.
[When asked her occupation:] Destroyer of the works of the Devil by the direct order of God.
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
God is a politician; so is the devil.
I felt invincible. My strength was that of a giant. God was certainly standing by me. I smashed five saloons with rocks before I ever took a hatchet.