[To a priest who smoked:] What a shame for a man to dress like a saint and smell like a devil!
Carrie Nation[When asked her occupation:] Destroyer of the works of the Devil by the direct order of God.
Carrie NationNo man who drank or smoked could ever come nearer to me than the telephone. I'd say, I won't let you - you nicotine-soaked, beer-besmeared, whiskey-greased, red-eyed devil - talk to me face to face.
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