“Whiskey is all right in its place – but its place is hell.”

If you want to drive the devil out of the world, hit him with a cradle instead of a crutch

I tell you that the curse of God Almighty is on the saloon.

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

Try praising your wife, even if it does frighten her at first.

When is a revival needed? When carelessness and unconcern keep the people asleep.

The mother of Moses did more for the world than all the kinds that Egypt ever had. Oh, you wait until you reach the mountains of eternity, then read the mothers’ names in God’s Hall of Fame.

The Bible says forgive your debtors; the world says “sue them for their dough.”

I am a temperance Republican down to my toes.

Let’s quit fiddling with religion and do something to bring the world to Christ.

I dare not exercise personal liberty if it infringes on the liberty of others.

God Almighty never intended that the devil should triumph over the Church. He never intended that the saloons should walk rough-shod over Christianity.

The law tells me how crooked I am. Grace comes along and straightens me out.

I am an old-fashioned preacher of the old-time religion, that has warmed this cold world’s heart for two thousand years.

I believe the Bible is the word of God from cover to cover.

When may a revival be expected? When the wickedness of the wicked grieves and distresses the Christian.

I believe that a long step toward public morality will have been taken when sins are called by their right names.

There is no such thing as bad whiskey. Some whiskeys just happen to be better than others. But a man shouldn’t fool with booze until he’s fifty; then he’s a damn fool if he doesn’t.

They say some of my stars drink whiskey, but I have found that ones who drink milkshakes don’t win many ball games.

Giving money and power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage boys.

Don’t give him another thought, baby girl. He wanted a cup of tea; you’re a shot of whiskey.

Suggested remedy for the common cold: A good gulp of whiskey at bedtime-it’s not very scientific, but it helps.

The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.

I am not a hotel room I am home, I am not the whiskey you want I am the water you need, don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me.

My thoughts are like whiskey – one shot and I’m left with a bitter taste in my mouth.