Faithful to the cause of Prohibition - She hath done what she could

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.

[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!

It is not possible to make a bad law. If is is bad, it is not a law.

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

God is a politician; so is the devil.

Freedom is a permanent problem for us, both unavoidable and insoluble.

I love writing different things.

In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's dream.

Heart disease is a foodborne illness.

God forbid that I should ever teach any adaptation of the Gospel. But I contend that we may serve it up in any sort of dish that will induce the people to partake of it

You never know where you stand - and I like that. I like to be on edge.

I'm not afraid to upset people. But I am not as upset because I understand what I'm up against.

Help me, Jesus. I know what I am.

But which is the stone that supports the bridge?

People pay me for my thoughts and my dreams. I think in that sense I'm very fortunate.