The incurable optimism of the farmer who throws his seed on the ground every spring, betting it and his time against the elements, seemed inextricably to blend with the creed of her pioneer forefathers that "it is better farther on"-- only instead of farther on in space, it was farther on in time, over the horizon of the years ahead instead of the far horizon of the west.

In these days when we feed those who are not hungry, we are stealing from those who are starving, even though the food is our own.

Every job is good if you do your best and work hard. A man who works hard stinks only to the ones that have nothing to do but smell.

The only stupid thing about words is the spelling of them.

And just as a little thread of gold, running through a fabric, brightens the whole garment, so women's work at home, while only the doing of little things, like the golden gleam of sunlight runs through and brightens all the fabric of civilization.

There is nothing wrong with God's plan that man should earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.

The days have never been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before.