Carrie Nation Quotes

I tell you ladies, there is nothing as exciting as smash, smash, smash.

Home Protection—protection against the tyranny of drink.

This is a war between the rum shops and women…only one can win.

The saloon is as dead as slavery.

I guess I look like a rock quarry that someone has dynamited.

If it's going to be wrecked, I want to make sure I wreck it.

No brothers shall make, buy, sell, or use, as a beverage, any spirituous or Malt Liquors, Wine, or Cider.

It can't help but knock things down.

Decay is quiet but ghastly, explosion is dramatic and dreadful. There's not much to choose between the two of them in reality, and most of our lives have sufficient of both.

Wars break things; they break stories.

Haiti looks like a bomb hit it.

Let's blow some stuff up.

The one argument in favor of the saloon is that the taxes from the saloon are needed. You show me communities where they have none, where the taxation, my friends, is higher than in communities where they have. Everybody with a scintilla of decency and brains knows that it is the saloon that raises the rate of taxation in the country all over. Seventy-five per cent of our idiots came from intemperate parents, and there are more insane people in the United States, made insane by drink, than there are students in the universities and colleges. One out of every three hundred and eighty-three in Pennsylvania in 1911 were either in the insane asylum or the home for feeble-minded, and New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania and Illinois are the worst whisky-dominated, whisky-damned and whisky-controlled states in the Union; and there is no state in the Union where the liquor interests are more strongly allied and entrenched than they are in the state of New York.

I will destroy them.

Destroyer of Villages

In early America, taverns would sometimes ban political discussions in order to prevent the physical fights that would often break out when drinking men differed significantly about politics.

Mad wars destroy in one year the works of many years of peace.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

A bull in just about any shop is gonna be a mess.

Do not seek death, seek destruction.

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

Break all the TVs, burn all the Bibles.

As soon as the war ended, we located the one spot on earth that hadn't been touched by the war and blew it to hell.

Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.