Quote by Abraham Lincoln

Prohibition will work great injury to the cause of temperance. It is a species of intemperance within itself, for it goes beyond the bounds of reason in that it attempts to control a man's appetite by legislation, and makes a crime out of things that are not crimes. A Prohibition law strikes a blow at the very principles upon which our government was founded.


Prohibition will work great injury to the cause of temperanc

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The quote highlights the negative consequences of prohibition on the temperance movement. It argues that prohibition, in its attempt to control people's drinking habits through legislation, actually goes against the principles of temperance by going beyond reason and criminalizing actions that are not inherently criminal. Moreover, the quote suggests that a prohibition law undermines the foundations of the government itself, as it encroaches upon personal liberties and limits individual freedom.

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By Abraham Lincoln
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