I believe that the great Creator has put ores and oil on this Earth to give us a breathing spell ... as we exhaust them, we must be prepared to fall back on our farms, which are God's true storehouse. We can learn to synthesize materials for every human need from things that grow.

Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.

When I touch that flower, I am not merely touching that flower. I am touching infinity. That little flower existed long before there were human beings on this earth. It will continue to exist for thousands, yes, millions of years to come.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets . . .

He who puts a product upon the market as it demands, controls that market, regardless of color. It is simply a survival of the fittest.