Many a man has nearly grasped St. Peter’s hand, when his wife’s razor edged tongue drove him clean down to perdition.
The fellow who is always harping hypocrite and hurling cheap invectives against the church isn’t the man to arouse confidence, the only one he helps is the devil.
Take away profanity from some men’s conversation and you haven’t enough left to know what they said.
When a man buys an Auto or a Ford on credit and lets the whiskers grow on his coal bill they say he’s got the fever. I don’t think it could be the brain kind.
If money and whiskey would lose their influence in the courts, juries and legislatures would go to sleep and jail doors rust on their hinges.