quote by John Kenneth Galbraith

Mr. David Stockman has said that supply-side economics was merely a cover for the trickle-down approach to economic policy — what an older and less elegant generation called the horse-and-sparrow theory: If you feed the horse enough oats, some will pass through to the road for the sparrows.

— John Kenneth Galbraith

Tremendous Oats quotations

Out of the thirty thousand types of edible plants thought to exist on Earth, just eleven—corn, rice, wheat, potatoes, cassava, sorghum, millet, beans, barley, rye, and oats—account for 93 percent of all that humans eat, and every one of them was first cultivated by our Neolithic ancestors.


Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats;

then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Granola didn't sell very well when it was good for you.

Now it has caramel, chocolate, marshmallow, saturated fat and sweeteners with a small amount of oats and grains. Sales picked up.

Out of 30,000 edible plants thought to exist on earth, just eleven account for 93% of all that humans eat: oats, corn, rice, wheat, potatoes, yucca (also called tapioca or cassava), sorghum, millet, beans, barley, and rye.


Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have sowed. There, methinks, it were a proper place for men to sow their wild oats, where they would not spring up.

If you feed enough oats to the horse, some will pass through to feed the sparrows (referring to "trickle down" economics).

It is not the horse that draws the cart, but the oats.

A kind word is no substitute for a piece of herring or a bag of oats.

We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young.

The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.


She was so ugly she could make a mule back away from an oat bin.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white.

If one intends to make beer from oats, it is prepared with hops.

But I shall like my battle. This sort of day puts one in mood for it. Plenty of wood in the shed, jam and potatoes and apples in the cellar, hay and oats and Cressy in the barn. Pooh - what is winter?


Some kind of pace may be got out of the eeriest jade by the near prospect of oats; but the thoroughbred has the spur in his blood.

I've sown all the oats I want to sow.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats;

but they were not sown more than once.

The oat is the Horatio Alger of cereals, which progressed, if not from rags to riches, at least from weed to health food.


Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.

Self-restraint is feeling your oats without sowing them.

My worst job was packing animal feed in a warehouse in Gloucestershire when I was a student. It was a very strange environment. It was hung heavy with oat dust, the place was infested with mice, and everyone who worked there was over 60, and I was 18. It was crazy. Apologies to anyone who works in animal-feed packing industry and loves it.

Some kids do drugs. Some kids light stuff on fire. Me, I eat oats.


Alimony is like buying oats for a dead horse.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for theground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.

Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.

I'm thrilled that Alice Medrich, one of America's premier bakers, has embraced teff, buckwheat, oat, and rice flours. She understands that these flours are far more than substitutes for wheat flour. These flavor flours are stars on their own, full of character. Her recipes are sure to entice you to move into the kitchen and start baking.

It is a thorough process, this war with the wilderness - breaking nature, taming the soil. feeding it on oats. The civilized man regards the pine tree as his enemy. He will fell it and let in the light, grub it up and raise wheat or rye there. It is no better than a fungus to him.


The songwriting of Hall & Oates is deceptively complex. There are a number of key changes that pass you by as you're listening to the song because they're so seamless and clever.

Hall & Oates is one of the few musical groups as satisfying now as it was back then. There's something incredibly musically satisfying about their songs. Nothing has diminished my love for them.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop in the oats, to air in the lung let evening come. Let it come, as it will, and don't be afraid. God does not leave us comfortless, so let evening come.

I don’t ask writers about their work habits.

I really don’t care. Joyce Carol Oates says somewhere that when writers ask each other what time they start working and when they finish and how much time they take for lunch, they’re actually trying to find out, Is he as crazy as I am? I don’t need that question answered.