To fund major cultural efforts, we must not rely alone on government and foundation patronage; if the farmer can spend for beer, he can pay for good entertainment which he can understand, which he can identify with and which will fortify his spirit.
I’m a farmer! We have a farm that’s part of the National Tropical Botanical Garden on Maui, and we raise macadamia nuts.
The man who sows wrong thoughts and deeds and prays that God will bless him is in the position of a farmer who, having sown tares, asks God to bring forth for him a harvest of wheat.
At the time the world was all upside down. The American people were beginning to move around a lot. The old hometown ties had been pretty much broken. The theme of Farmer Takes a Wife appealed to people. Everybody was homesick. And it sold and sold and sold.
When I help a farmer, I don’t differentiate between them based on their region, as farmers have no borders. I want to live like a world citizen and react like a human being.
My dad farmed, my granddad was a farmer. I wanted to be a farmer.
My mother turned into a professional widow. She couldn’t understand why I wanted to be an engineer; she thought I should be a chicken farmer.
Somewhere in Rwanda, a rural farmer is dreaming of providing an education for her children. Not just high school, but maybe even a university degree. Such a dream used to seem out of reach.
Just as we would have no need of the farmer’s labor and toil if we were living amid the delights of paradise, so also we would not require the medical art for relief if we were immune to disease, as was the case, by God’s gift, at the time of Creation before the Fall.
If we as a society are willing to have a preference for organic food, the farmer can pass on the savings.
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
Well, I come from a poor family. My father is a farmer. When I started playing, I wasn’t privileged enough to afford hockey pads and a kit, that was out of my reach.
I thought I was gonna be a farmer.
Strong communities are built around local, real food. Food we trust to nourish our bodies, the farmer and planet.
In 1976, Jimmy Carter – peanut farmer; carried his own suitcase, imagine that – somewhat tapped America’s durable but shallow reservoir of populism. By 1980, ordinariness in high office had lost its allure.
Cincinnati attracted its first permanent white settlers by flatboat in 1788. It took its name from the Society of Cincinnati, an organization of Revolutionary officers. That name came from Cincinnatus, the Roman farmer and general.
I usually write about ordinary people and ordinary things, but Paul Farmer is the least ordinary person I’ve ever met… He’s the leader of a small group of people who hope to cure a sick world, and I hope my book can help in some small way.
I never wanted to become an actor. I always wanted to be a farmer and dreamt of owning half an acre of agriculture land.
I do a lot of reading about food and the food industry, so I try to eat locally and go to the farmer’s market.
My father was a progressive farmer, and was always ready to lay aside an old plough if he could replace it with one better constructed for its work. All through life, I have ever been ready to buy a better plough.
In a small town, residents don’t wait for the government or far-flung strangers to take care of their ailing neighbors; they do it themselves. When a farmer gets sick, the community drops everything to harvest his crops.
As a child, I wanted to marry a farmer, but no doubt the reality would have been very different to the idyll in my head.
One performer whose band played my music better than I could myself was Art Farmer. He recorded ‘Sing Me Softly of the Blues’ and ‘Ad Infinitum’.
To fund major cultural efforts, we must not rely alone on government and foundation patronage; if the farmer can spend for beer, he can pay for good entertainment which he can understand, which he can identify with and which will fortify his spirit.
But as a young kid, I never did, really have an ambition to be a farmer. I never thought, gee, I would like to farm, and I want to raise these crops. I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do.
I have always admired the work of Phil Farmer and was glad for the chance to work with him. Readers today may be too young to remember his classics like The Lovers.
If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves a farmer’s crop, who are we to say it shouldn’t rain?
I never wanted to become an actor. I always wanted to be a farmer and dreamt of owning half an acre of agriculture land.
I’ve always said I want a farmer, not a hunter. Hunters go for the kill and they move on. A farmer nurtures; he watches things grow.
My dad is a farmer, so I used to love watching ‘All Creatures Great and Small’ – that’s where I got most of my death and drama.
It is thought that the changeover from hunter to farmer was a slow, gradual process.
Just like if you were brought up on a farm, you would most likely carry on your father’s business as a farmer; I was brought up in the kitchen and ended up becoming a chef.
Former Dublin newsman Paul Lynch made his debut as a novelist a few years ago with a book called ‘Red Sky in Morning,’ set in mid-19th century County Donegal, where a rage-driven farmer has committed a murder with devastating results.
The combat environment has the effect of flattening out civilian identities. If you’re young or old, or a graduate from Harvard or the son of a farmer from Alabama, or if you’re gay or straight or good-looking or ugly: none of those things matters much in combat, as long as you can conform to the group expectations.
I haven’t always known I wanted to act. I wanted to be a farmer, an English professor, or an archaeologist.
Big meetings and big talk are not enough in a world that is hungry for change. Big action – world leaders keeping their promises, and developing countries committing resources while listening ardently to the voice of the small farmer – is needed to bring big results and prosperity to the world’s poor.
There are times, like after a long day of work, when the thought of an easy drive-through is enticing. But then I remember how crappy I felt when I ate fast food in the past, and it inspires me to head to the grocery store or my local farmer’s market and whip up an easy but healthier option.
I can support co-ops if they want to do it as we’ve known co-ops in America for 150 years – where they serve the purposes of the consuming public, whether it’s health care or whether it’s co-ops as we know them in the Midwest, providing electricity or to sell supplies to farmer.
I love to shop at the farmer’s market or grab something from the garden and roast that.
Never answer a question from a farmer.
I thought I might get a part as a farmer. I knew about the books but I hadn’t read them. A few weeks later, an actor whispered in my ear, ‘It sounds like you’re in line for James Herriot.’ I read every book in about 48 hours.
When I was a kid in Nebraska, a cantankerous farmer, known for plinking with his ’22 at passing cars in which he perceived enemies, ingeniously rigged up a shotgun in his house, trained on the inside of his front door so as to widely distribute any intruder.
I believe in Jai Jawan Jai Kisan – a country where the farmer is unhappy is on its path towards destruction.
When I was a kid, my step dad started this business and would go out and get lost cows and stuff. He was part-time truck driver, farmer and cowboy. He taught me how to ride from an early age.
The blue-collar is not supposed to read Horace, nor the farmer in his overalls Montale or Marvell. Nor, for that matter, is the politician expected to know by heart Gerard Manley Hopkins or Elizabeth Bishop. This is dumb as well as dangerous.
It’s a really interesting and diverse business. You’re a farmer first, then a winemaker, then you’re onto marketing and distribution. So it’s multi-faceted and really engaging. I’ve learned more in the last couple years than in the ten prior to that, so it’s been pretty interesting.
My mom had Julia Child and ‘The Fannie Farmer Cookbook’ on top of the refrigerator, and she had a small repertoire of French dishes.
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.
I briefly did therapy, but after a while, I realised it is just like a farmer complaining about the weather. You can’t fix the weather – you just have to get on with it.
I always wanted to be a farmer. There is a tradition of that in my family.
Farmer’s plight and dismal condition of common man in Punjab forced me to join politics.
I didn’t do so well in the academic world, so I think the only way I could express myself was through visual art – anything I could get my hands on, whether it was glassblowing, sculpture, painting, or photography. I always wanted to be a painter. Or a farmer.
Punjab makes up 2 per cent of India’s population and yet it produces 40 per cent of the nation’s food pool. Even now, if tomorrow there is famine, it will be the Punjabi farmer who saves you. So, don’t rely on the plenty of today, there may be a paucity tomorrow. Don’t write Punjab off.
My dream is to become a farmer. Just a Bohemian guy pulling up his own sweet potatoes for dinner.
Celebrity farmer. Now there’s a phrase that should be an oxymoron. There are farmers on both sides of my family, and I can attest that the overlap between the way farmers live, work and think, and celebrity culture, is exactly 0%.
