Charles Spurgeon Quotes

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

The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds.

Weeding is as necessary to agriculture as sowing.

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.

The destroyer of weeds, thistles, and thorns is a benefactor whether he soweth grain or not.

The best ground untilled, soonest runs out into rank weeds. A man of knowledge that is negligent or uncorrected, cannot but grow wild and godless.

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

It is idleness that is the curse of man - not labour. Idleness eats the heart out of men as of nations, and consumes them as rust does iron.

Cursing the weather is not good farming

The miracle of the seed and the soil is not available by affirmation; it is only available by labor.

Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

A day can really slip by when you're deliberately avoiding what you're supposed to do.

Friends, the soil is poor, we must sow seeds in plenty for us to garner even modest harvests.

Now 'tis spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted; Suffer them now and they'll o'ergrow the garden.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

Seven national crimes: 1. I don't think. 2. I don't know. 3. I don't care. 4. I am too busy. 5. I leave well enough alone. 6. I have no time to read and find out. 7. I am not interested.

We are on a mission: we are called to the cultivation of the earth .

Nine-tenths of the miseries and vices of mankind proceed from idleness.

With a tiny bit of effort, the nettle would be useful; if you neglect it, it becomes a pest. So then we kill it. How many men are like nettles My friends, there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.

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

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

In the fields of opportunity it's plowing time again.