[To a priest who smoked:] What a shame for a man to dress like a saint and smell like a devil!
Faithful to the cause of Prohibition - She hath done what she could
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
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.
Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.
No 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.