He Who Owns The Soil, Owns Up

Grumblers Deserve To Be Operated Upon Surgically; Their Trouble Is Usually Chronic.

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just Tickle Her With A Hoe And She Laughs With A Harvest.

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.

Love The Sea? I Dote Upon It--from The Beach.