I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.

[When asked her occupation:] Destroyer of the works of the Devil by the direct order of God.

[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

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.

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.