We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our seed remains seed. Our nostrils are dusty.

I always worried because whenever a drought struck, an accursed storm of blood always followed.

Someday men will learn to irrigate and spread fertilizer instead of praying for fertility.

The real cause of hunger is the powerlessness of the poor to gain access to the resources they need to feed themselves.

Ellis,_ he said. __ou__e watchin_ a miracle right under your nose._ He gave a few of the seeds to Ellis and let him drop them into the hole he had already made. __n each of them little things, God put life. Now you take care with it, and you feed it with water and sunlight. And, most important of all of __m, put it in good ground, and that life is gonna sprout right out.

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.