A Quote by Harry S. Truman

Beware of the guy praying loudest in the amen corner. — © Harry S. Truman
Beware of the guy praying loudest in the amen corner.
The four cautions: Beware a woman in front of you, beware a horse behind of you, beware a cart beside of you, and beware a priest every which way.
None but praying leaders can have praying followers. A praying pulpit will beget praying pews. We do greatly need pastors and evangelists who will set the saints to this business of praying. We are not a generation of praying saints. Who will restore this breach? The greatest will he be of reformers who can set the Church to praying.
They talk about Amen Corner but there's so much more to it than what meets the eye on this golf course.
Every time someone ends a prayer in the Western world they say Amen - that is the name of an Egyptian god associated with completion. So we're still praying to their gods.
I prefer corner. I'm a natural at that position. Corner is my type - a bigger guy who can run.
Beware Okonkwo!" she warned. "Beware of exchanging words with Agbala. Does a man speak when a god speaks? Beware!
Amen meaneth assuredly, namely, that I am sure that petitions of this kind are accepted by my Heavenly Father, and heard by him, because he hath commanded us, that we should pray after this manner, and hath promised that he will hear us. Amen, Amen: that is, truly, certainly, so be it.
Beware of the dogs, beware of the evil workers, beware of those who mutilate the flesh!
When young, beware of fighting; when strong, beware of sex; and when old, beware of possession.
Beware of people who fall at your feet. They may be reaching for the corner of the rug.
Beware the greedy hand of government thrusting itself into every corner and crevice of industry.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique
It comes down to that ... business tactic: the guy that yells loudest is right.
It was a big thing for me to read black writers. 'Fences,' by August Wilson. James Baldwin's 'Amen Corner.' 'The Fire Next Time.' 'The Autobiography of Malcolm X,' of course.
But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.
beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average
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