It is thus with farming, if you do one thing late, you will be late in all your work.
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
The farmer is the only man in our economy who buys everything at retail, sells everything at wholesale, and pays the freight both ways.
Life on a farm is a school of patience; you can't hurry the crops or make an ox in two days.
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Italians come to ruin most generally in three ways, women, gambling, and farming. My family chose the slowest one.
We must plant the sea and herd its animals using the sea as farmers instead of hunters. That is what civilization is all about - farming replacing hunting.
There are only three things that can kill a farmer: lightning, rolling over in a tractor, and old age.
The master's eye is the best fertilizer.
When tillage begins, other arts follow.
The farmers, therefore, are the founders of human civilization.
One of the happiest days of my life is when I made five or six hundred pesos from a crop of watermelons I raise all on my own.
Family, work, familiarity. Listen, if I had a magic wand and I could make myself really be happy, I'd zap me onto a farm. And I know nothing about farming.
Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you're a thousand miles from the corn field.
Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.
Like a gardener I believe what goes down must come up.
Farming with live animals is a 7 day a week, legal form of slavery.
There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable.
The great cities rest upon our broad and fertile prairies.
Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms, and grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.
Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.
The first farmer was the first man. All historic nobility rests on the possession and use of land.
There seem to be but three ways for a nation to acquire wealth.
The first is by war, as the Romans did, in plundering their conquered neighbors. This is robbery. The second by commerce, which is generally cheating. The third by agriculture, the only honest way, wherein man receives a real increase of the seed thrown into the ground, in a kind of continual miracle, wrought by the hand of God in his favor, as a reward for his innocent life and his virtuous industry.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamour of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers wives.
He felt with the force of a revelation that to throw up the clods of earth manfully is as beneficent as to revolutionize the world. It was not the matter of the work, but the mind that went into it, that counted -- and the man who was not content to do small things well would leave great things undone.
Farmers only worry during the growing season, but towns people worry all the time.
Whenever there are in any country uncultivated lands and unemployed poor, it is clear that the laws of property have been so far extended as to violate natural right. The earth is given as a common stock for man to labor and live on. The small landowners are the most precious part of a state.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leansUpon his hoe and gazes on the ground,The emptiness of ages in his face,And on his back the burden of the world.Who made him dead to rapture and despair,A thing that grieves not and that never hopes,Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
No one hates his job so heartily as a farmer.
Farm policy, although it's complex, can be explained.
What it can't be is believed. No cheating spouse, no teen with a wrecked family car, no mayor of Washington, D.C., videotaped in flagrant has ever come up with anything as farfetched as U.S. farm policy.
The land too poor for any other crop, is best for raising men.
With the introduction of agriculture mankind entered upon a long period of meanness, misery, and madness, from which they are only now being freed by the beneficent operation of the machine.
I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born kings of the earth far more truly than those who possess it only from having bought it.
It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleaving the bosom of this jealous earth, which compels us to wring from it the treasures of its fertility, when a bit of the blackest and coarsest bread is, at the end of the day's work, the sole recompense and the sole profit attaching to so arduous a toil.
Farmers are philosophical. They have learned that it is less wearing to shrug than to beat their breasts.
Farmers are respectable and interesting to me in proportion as they are poor.
By avarice and selfishness, and a groveling habit, from which none of us is free, of regarding the soil as property, or the means of acquiring property chiefly, the landscape is deformed, husbandry is degraded with us, and the farmer leads the meanest of lives. He knows Nature but as a robber.
The farmer works the soil. The agriculturalist works the farmer.
To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe,to plant seeds and watch their renewal of life -this is the commonest delight of the race,the most satisfactory thing a man can do.
No culture on earth outside of mid-century suburban America has ever deployed one woman per child without simultaneously assigning her such major productive activities as weaving, farming, gathering, temple maintenance, and tent-building. The reason is that full-time, one-on-one child-raising is not good for women or children.
We ought to reverence books; to look on them as useful and mighty things. If they are good and true, whether they are about religion, politics, farming, trade, law, or medicine, they are the message of Christ, the maker of all things -- the teacher of all truth.
Trade is 10 times as old as farming.
The farmers in Kansas are sorely in need of a credit system meeting their special requirements, that they may more readily obtain money on short or long time for their farming operations, or that they may become owners of farms.
Following the war in Europe a large increase of European immigration to the United States is to be expected, of which the largest part is and always has been made up of men skilled in farming.
Remember, the Arctic didn't have any ice.
And the Northwest Passage was wide open. They were raising grapes in Scotland for God sakes, had a huge winery. Iceland was a farming community. As some of the glaciers retreated they found villages that were covered with ice.
I am also the product of a place called Paint Creek.
Doesn't have a zip code. It's too small to be called a town along the rolling plains of Texas. We grew dryland cotton and wheat, and when I wasn't farming or attending Paint Creek Rural School, I was generally over at Troop 48 working on my Eagle Scout award.
I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming.
Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there.
If you ask an economist what's driven economic growth, it's been major advances in things that mattered - the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.
I grew up in Palestine, West Virginia, which is mostly a farming community;
there aren't a lot of jobs.
Farming as we do it is hunting, and in the sea we act like barbarians.
There are three easy ways of losing money - racing is the quickest, women the most pleasant, and farming the most certain.
Although farming of any sort was almost as impossible in the plains as in the dry regions of winter rains farther west, the abundance of buffaloes made life much easier in many respects.