The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture...food for our mind, as well as our body.

An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.

Washington, where an insignificant individual may trespass on a nation's time.

All things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.

Every mind is different; and the more it is unfolded, the more pronounced is that difference.

Great men are sincere.

He is a good man who can receive a gift well.