Homestead Quotes

I have fruit trees. Cows for fresh milk, yoghurt. My own wheat. I'm basically self-sufficient.

Any person who is the head of a family, or who has arrived at the age of twenty-one years, and is a citizen of the United States, or who shall have filed his declaration of intention to become such, as required by the naturalization laws of the United States, and who has never borne arms against the United States Government or given aid and comfort to its enemies, shall, from and after the first January, eighteen hundred and sixty-three, be entitled to enter one quarter section or a less quantity of unappropriated public lands, upon which said person may have filed a preemption claim

I grow tomatoes, spinach and melons, a pepper vine climbs my coconut tree. I have a home and kitchen of my own.

There is, of course, a gold mine or a buried treasure on every mortgaged homestead. Whether the farmer ever digs for it or not, it is there, haunting his daydreams when the burden of debt is most unbearable.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

I had a ton of animals; I had a goat growing up, a bunch of rabbits, a vegetable garden.

I'm one of five kids and we lived on a massive farm in New South Wales with my mum and dad.

Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.

I was born in Homestead, Florida.

We live on a 500-acre ranch, beautiful ranch.

I had almost three acres of land in Beverly Hills. And I had a big atrium of chickens because I love that feeling of being in the country and living from the soil.

But for now, the future, like the past, means nothing. For now, there is only a homestead built of trash and scraps, at the edge of a broken city, just beyond a towering city dump; and our arrival-hungry, and half-frozen, to a place of food and water and walls that keep out the brutal winds. This, for us, is heaven.

Only the home can found a state.

Once my Homestead papers are filed on a piece of land you can hold it as well as me if I am called away and if I am called [dead] before you, you can homestead 160 acres and hold it for the law says soldiers’ widows and orphans can have the same right as the soldier himself, even the guardian; for a soldiers’ orphan can take a piece for the orphan as well as the soldier himself; some are doing so at this time so you see Uncle Sam has been mindful of those who stood by the country in her hour of Peril by providing in a great measure for those who were ever nearest & dearest to us.

Americans’ opinions on immigration have always been connected to their broader ideas about the role of government authority. The platform of 19th-century nativists contained more than racist invective. It also proposed strong states’ rights, a smaller standing army and tight limits on government expenses — all to preserve the American ideal of the independent yeoman free to defend his homestead from crowned tyrants and foreign invaders.

I come from a small village.

My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.

A pig has a plow on the end of its nose because it does meaningful work with it. It is built to dig and create soil disturbance, something it can't do in a concentrated feeding environment. The omnivore has historically been a salvage operation for food scraps around the homestead.

I grew up in a town outside of Waco, Texas, and we had 30 acres.

When I'm, like, 30, I want to go off the map, have a family and live in Malibu with a farm, and just raise my own chickens.

I've picked butter beans, okra, watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew. I've butchered pigs, chickens. We made our own sausage and pudding.

We were so poor as kids. I didn't even see a bathtub, running water, hot water, commode - we didn't have any of that. We started with a humble log house, milk cow, garden-raised our own food, killed a hog every year in the fall, and had the meat hanging up in the smokehouse - that was our childhood, me and ol' Si.

Pa did not like a country so old and worn out that the hunting was poor. He wanted to go west. For two years he had wanted to go west and take a homestead, but Ma did not want to leave the settled country.

Each landless citizen may occupy and appropriate a small allotment of the National Domain free of charge.

It may sound funny, but I love the South. I don't choose to live anywhere else. There's land here, where a man can raise cattle, and I'm going to do it some day.