The contest is not between Us and Them, but between Good and Evil, and if those who would fight Evil adopt the ways of Evil, Evil wins.

We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our seed remains seed. Our nostrils are dusty.

Someday men will learn to irrigate and spread fertilizer instead of praying for fertility.

The poor who have neither property, friends, nor strength to labor are boarded in the houses of good farmers, to whom a stipulated sum is annually paid. To those who are able to help themselves a little or have friends from whom they derive some succor, inadequate however to their full maintenance, supplementary aids are given which enable them to live comfortably in their own houses or in the houses of their friends. Vagabonds without visible property or vocation, are placed in work houses, where they are well clothed, fed, lodged, and made to labor

A Man's management of his own purse speaks volumes about character

Ellis,_ he said. __ou__e watchin_ a miracle right under your nose._ He gave a few of the seeds to Ellis and let him drop them into the hole he had already made. __n each of them little things, God put life. Now you take care with it, and you feed it with water and sunlight. And, most important of all of __m, put it in good ground, and that life is gonna sprout right out.