Quotes About Farming

I want to pursue farming, and what better place to do it than at a hill station, which has a cool climate almost through the year.

If I lived my life over again I would stay in the countryside. I prefer the countryside, the milking of the cows and the sheep.

Talk to just about any farmer in Kansas, and you will find him extremely pessimistic about his livelihood. Except for the owners of the very largest spreads, farmers simply cannot make a profit. Kansas has only about half as many farms as it did in 1950; those that remain continue to grow. A few are getting big; most are getting out.

Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens. They are the most vigorous, the most independant, the most virtuous, and they are tied to their country and wedded to its liberty and interests by the most lasting bands.

Those who labour in the earth are the chosen people of God

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden

Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens.

The greatest service which can be rendered any country is to add a useful plant to its culture.

A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.

I don't understand the notion that modern farming is anything do to with nature. It's a pretty gross interference with nature.

No occupation is so delightful to me as the culture of the earth, and no culture comparable to that of the garden.

Corn occupies a really special role in what I've been calling American agro-economics.

What you wants with these goats anyway? Little or nothin. Good fresh milk. God's best cheese. You have any other animals? said Suttree. Dog or anything? No. Just goats. I think a feller gets started with goats he just more or less sticks to goats.

Martin tried to shut her down by talking about the intrinsically vulnerable circumstances of farming, and she countered by snappishly reminding them all of the vulnerability of fucking starving to death.

Thanks cows. I appreciate your tastiness.

Amint elnéztem a szántogató földmívest, Vagy a magot szóró magvetÅ't a mezÅ'n, vagy az aratót, amint arat, Megláttam, ó élet és halál, hasonlatosságaidat; (Az élet, az élet a földmívelés, a halál pedig az aratás.)

Good farmers, who take seriously their duties as stewards of Creation and of their land's inheritors, contribute to the welfare of society in more ways than society usually acknowledges, or even knows. These farmers produce valuable goods, of course; but they also conserve soil, they conserve water, they conserve wildlife, they conserve open space, they conserve scenery.

We have neglected the truth that a good farmer is a craftsman of the highest order, a kind of artist.

For the true measure of agriculture is not the sophistication of its equipment the size of its income or even the statistics of its productivity but the good health of the land.

A farmer, as one of his farmer correspondents once wrote to Liberty Hyde Bailey, is a dispenser of the 'Mysteries of God.' The husband, unlike the manager or the would-be objective scientist, belongs inherently to the complexity and the mystery that is to be husbanded, and so the husbanding mind is both careful and humble.

I became a sort of garden fanatic, and I am not over it yet. You can take a few seed peas, dry and dead, and sow them in a little furrow, and they will sprout into a row of pea vines and bear more peas—it may not be a miracle, but that is a matter of opinion.

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.

One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;" and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones, walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plough along in spite of every obstacle.

Can you do anything more fundamental than to raise food? Even Einstein has to eat.