Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

The true measure of our success in farming will be what we leave in the soil, not just what we take from it.

You are not only responsible for what you say, but also for what you do not say.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.