A Quote by Jay Adams

If I had to choose between putting a saloon or a liberal church on a corner, I'd choose the saloon every time. People who drink up the pay check in the saloon are less likely to become Pharisees, thinking that they don't need the Great Physician, than those who weekly swill the soporific doctrine of man's goodness.
I mean, in my - and I'm not trying to do spilled milk, but in those days it was a little - I think it was much tougher, because you got an image, and you were in a saloon. And it was tough to come out of a saloon and to get in films, and to maintain an image, you know.
What about the poor salesman who is calling into the office from the corner saloon instead of the home sickbed he claims he is in?
Fortune knocks at every man's door once in a life, but in a good many cases the man is in a neighboring saloon and does not hear her.
I challenge you to show me where the saloon has ever helped business, education, church, morals or anything we hold dear.
The man who votes for the saloon is pulling on the same rope with the devil, whether he knows it or not.
The true speech of man is idiomatic, if not of the earth and sky, then at least of the saloon and the bleachers.
If I were hungry and friendless today, I would rather take my chances with a saloon-keeper than with the average preacher.
I tell you that the curse of God Almighty is on the saloon.
There is no law, divine or human, that the saloon respects.
Right now in Oregon anybody can open a saloon, and hire people to come in and have sex in front of their patrons.
I wanted to get the guy who works next to me in the office something he really wants, but how do you wrap up a saloon?
The average player would rather play than watch. Those who don't play can't possibly appreciate the subtleties of the game. Trying to get their attention with golf is like selling Shakespeare in the neighbourhood saloon.
The saloon is a liar. It promises good cheer and sends sorrow.
You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer, good cigars, and ancient whiskey - the sacred incense of the drinking man.
It is true that going out on to the street implies the risk of accidents happening, as they would to any ordinary man or woman. But if the church stays wrapped up in itself, it will age. And if I had to choose between a wounded church that goes out on to the streets and a sick, withdrawn church, I would definitely choose the first one.
My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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