Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.
The most peaceful thing in the world is plowing a field. Chances are you’ll do your best thinking that way.
Those who beat their swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who kept their swords.
If you were plowing a field, which would you rather use? Two strong oxen or 1024 chickens?
In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.
Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil and you're a thousand miles from the corn field.
There were people who went to sleep last night, poor and rich and white and black, but they will never wake again. And those dead folks would give anything at all for just five minutes of this weather or ten minutes of plowing. So you watch yourself about complaining. What you're supposed to do when you don't like a thing is change it. If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.
He who is learning and learning and doesn't apply what he knows is like the one who is plowing and plowing and doesn't seed.
Anytime you suffer a setback or disappointment, put your head down and plow ahead.
There are two ways to pass a hurdle: leaping over or plowing through... There needs to be a monster truck option.
Like plowing, housework makes the ground ready for the germination of family life. The kids will not invite a teacher home if beer cans litter the living room. The family isn't likely to have breakfast together if somebody didn't remember to buy eggs, milk, or muffins. Housework maintains an orderly setting in which family life can flourish.
Wisdom that don't make us happier ain't worth plowing for.
Someday we'll look back on this moment and plow into a parked car.
That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.
Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.
You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's bosom? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest.
Let me arrest thy thoughts, wonder with me, Why ploughing, building, ruling and the rest, Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blessed, By cursed Cain's race invented be, And blessed Seth vexed us with astronomy.
If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.
My parents moved to Los Angeles when I was really young, but I spent every summer with my grandparents, and I'd stay with my grandfather on the farm in Longview. He was retired from the railroad, and he had a small farm with some cows and some pigs. I remember part of my youth was feeding hogs and plowing fields and stuff, so that's a part of me.
Strip the proud nobility of their bloated estates, reduce them to a level with plain republicans, send forth to labor, and teach their children to enter the workshops or handle the plow, and you will thus humble proud traitors.
I observed that the successful farmer worked at his job. He would do his plowing, disking, harrowing, seeding, and harvesting in the proper season and at the proper time, while his neighbor was procrastinating, or off hunting and fishing while the work was still to be done. We must learn to set our priorities straight. No one can be successful in his line of work unless he works at it in the proper season and plays in the proper season.
Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their plowing of the soil. The horse works, all its muscles drawn tight like the strings on a double-bass, and a fly settles on his flanks and tickles and buzzes. And what does the fly buzz about? It scarcely knows itself; simply because it is restless and wants to proclaim: 'Look, I too am living on the earth. See, I can buzz, too, buzz about anything.'
No one lives on the top of the mountain. It's fine to go there occasionally -for inspiration, for new perspectives. But you have to come down. Life is lived in the valleys. That's where the farms and gardens and orchards are, and where the plowing and the work is done. That's where you apply the visions you may have glimpsed from the peaks.
All successful people learn that success is buried on the other side of frustration.
Goyim were born only to serve us. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the People of Israel,. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi and eat. That is why gentiles were created.
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