... You Cannot Make A Man Clean

If I Thought I Could Win One More Soul To The Lord By Walking On My Head And Playing The Tambourine With My Toes, I'd Learn How!

I Will Tell You The Secret. God Has Had All There Was Of Me.

Some Of My Best Men Are Women!

There Is A Day Coming When There Will Be A Religion Without Repentance, A Salvation Without The Holy Ghost, A Heaven Without Hell.

The Profession Of A Prostitute Is The Only Career In Which The Maximum Income Is Paid To The Newest Apprentice. It Is The One Calling In Which At The Beginning The Only Exertion Is That Of Self-indulgence; All The Prizes Are At The Commencement. It Is The Ever-new Embodiment Of The Old Fable Of The Sale Of The Soul To The Devil. The Tempter Offers Wealth, Comfort, Excitement, But In Return The Victim Must Sell Her Soul, Nor Does The Other Party Forget To Exact His Due To The Uttermost Farthing.