A person who undertakes to grow a garden at home, by practices that will preserve rather than exploit the economy of the soil, has his mind precisely against what is wrong with us.

If the crop of any one year was all, a man would have to cut his throat every time it hailed.

I could die in peace, I think, if the world was beautiful. To know it's being ruined is hard.

How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

So, friends, every day do something that won't compute. Love the Lord. Love the world. Work for nothing. Take all that you have and be poor. Love someone who does not deserve it. Denounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands.

When you take away the subsistence economy, then your farm population is seriously exposed to the vagaries of the larger economy. As it used to be, the subsistence economy carried people through the hard times, and what you might call the housewife's economy of cream and eggs often held these farms and their families together.