It is obvious that the greatest and most important service that is required of our agriculture under existing conditions is an enlarged production of the staple food crops.

Barley, where it succeeds, yields a larger weight of feed per acre than any other small grain crop.

Rice at present prices provides more food for the money than most of the other cereals.

One could drive a prairie schooner through any part of his argument and never scrape against a fact.

The duty of the individual farmer, at this time, is to increase his production, particularly of food crops.

Buckwheat may be planted later than any similar crop, and often does well on old meadows or waste land that can be broken after the more exacting crops are planted.

The older, thinner, and less productive grass lands, however, frequently can be made to produce much larger yields of feed in corn than if left, as they are, in unproductive grass.

In the southern half of the country perhaps no crop has larger possibilities for quick increase of production of food for both men and animals than the sweet potato.

What this loss means will be appreciated from the statement that one bushel of wheat contains sufficient energy to support the average working man for 15 days.

The high food value of field beans and the shortage of supply due to the light yields of 1915 and 1916 render them of great importance in the regions to which they are adapted.

The soy-bean, in particular, has proved sufficiently resistant to cold in spring and to adverse weather during summer to warrant heavy planting, especially throughout the South.

If there's something I'm not good at, it's usually because I just organically despise it. I can't help that. I'm fabulous at too many other things to waste my time faking it.

Normal is not a part of my vocabulary. I am an artist after all.

Onion rings in the car cushions do not improve with time.

Our words and our works are evidence that our profession of faith in the Lord Jesus Christ is true.

Generations do not age. Every youth of any period, any civilization, has the same possibilities as always.

A day wasted on others is not wasted on one's self.

Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the wise man, gathering it little by little, fills himself with good.

I would not despair unless I knew the irrevocable decree was passed; saw my misfortune recorded in the book of fate, and signed and sealed by neces-sity.

I love profanity, but I think if it's used too much, it just sounds a little trashy. I think it's more effective when it's dropped intelligently. I like intelligent profanity.

I do love compliments, yet I'm often embarrassed to say what I think to the person when I get a compliment. I so often feel that they have not gone far enough.