I feel closest to God with a pitchfork full of crap in my hands. I'm serious!
We must cultivate our own garden. When man was put in the garden of Eden he was put there so that he should work, which proves that man was not born to rest.
There is virtue yet in the hoe and the spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is everywhere welcome; alwayswe are invited to work.
Everyone must hoe his plot daily.
I was a man of the earth, precisely as I had dreamed I would be.
I developed my style by pickin' a lot of cotton, plowin' that ole mule every day. I just got the rhythm, and any rhythm I need I know where it is; I know where to find it.
The land belongs to those who work it with their hands.
