Ellen Glasgow Quotes

Never answer a question from a farmer.

I was born in the poor countryside. I was raised in the countryside, planting corn and selling sweets made by my grandmother.

I'm a peanut farmer at heart, still grow peanuts on my farm in Georgia.

Farmers are patient men. They got to be. Got to see those seeds come up week by week, fraction by fraction, and sweat it out for some days not knowing yet is it weeds or vegetables.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn't know enough to stay in the city.

Agriculture engenders good sense, and good sense of an excellent kind.

You got to do more than just live in the country to be a Farmer.

Oh thrice and four times happy... those who plant cabbages.

You know what would help this boy?" Demeter mused. "Farming." Persephone rolled her eyes. "Mother-" "Six months behind a plow. Excellent character building.

Talent is not sexually transmitted.

I think of no news to tell you. It is a serene summer day here, all above the snow. The hens steal their nests, and I steal theireggs still, as formerly. This is what I do with the hands. Ah, labor,--it is a divine institution, and conversation with many men and hens.

Work my hands in the soil, what's the pay for all the toil? Dust for blood, dust for blood, dust for blood.

I see someone like John Williams, the classical player, and the amount of discipline and the natural ability that man has is so frightening. That requires so much natural talent. And I think my talent came from just practising, and I feel a bit intimidated when I see players that good.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

Talent you have naturally. Skill is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft.

You must get good at one of two things; planting in the spring or begging in the fall.

I'm a semi-literate farmer and hired killer. I ain't in the power game.

All man has to do is cooperate with the big forces, the sun, the rain, the growing urge. Seeds sprout, stems grow, leaves spread in the sunlight. Man plants, weeds, cultivates and harvests. It sounds simple, and it is simple, with the simplicity of great truths.

Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice

I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.

I was raised to farm work.

Few and signally blessed are those whom Jupiter has destined to be cabbage-planters. For they've always one foot on the ground andthe other not far from it. Anyone is welcome to argue about felicity and supreme happiness. But the man who plants cabbages I now positively declare to be the happiest of mortals.

The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife.

That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields - harvests grace with joy.