To the average cigarette smoker the world is his ashtray.

Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.

A man of no conversation should smoke.

The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.

A custom [smoking] loathsome to the eye, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black stinking fume thereof, nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottomless.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

It is now proved beyond doubt that smoking is one of the leading causes of statistics.

For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die.

This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realized.

He stopped smoking at least once a month. He went through with it like the solid citizen he was: admitted the evils of tobacco, courageously made resolves, laid out plans to check the vice, tapered off his allowance of cigars, and expounded the pleasures of virtuousness to every one he met. He did everything, in fact, except stop smoking.