To own a bit of ground, to scratch it with a hoe, to plant seeds and watch, their renewal of life, this is the commonest delight of the race, the most satisfactory thing a man can do.

A well known American writer said once that, while everybody talked about the weather, nobody seemed to do anything about it.

Let us celebrate the soil. Most men toil that they may own a piece of it; they measure their success in life by their ability to buy it.

There was never a nation great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.