Pastoral Resources

Our army is composed of the scum of the earth - the mere scum of the earth.

I'll never forget anything about Middle Earth. That's part of my memory now so I won't miss anything.

The West is color. Its colors are animal rather than vegetable, the colors of earth and sunlight and ripeness.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

But God will have a people upon the earth to maintain the Bible, and the Bible only, as the standard of all doctrines and the basis of all reforms.

Then about 1951 I began writing again, painfully, a novel I called in the beginning A Life Sentence on Earth, but which developed into The Tree of Man.

We are immortal until our work on earth is done.

Infuse your life with action. Don't wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen... yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

All managers are losers, they are the most expendable pieces of furniture on the face of the Earth.

Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Church.

Nonchalance is the ability to remain down to earth when everything else is up in the air.

The longer one is alone, the easier it is to hear the song of the earth.

When you love what you do, then you're talking to one of the luckiest guys on the face of the earth.

When Richie Cunningham drank too many beers, his parents sat him down and explained their concerns. If you live on this earth, you find out that we are all the same.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

There has been a time on earth when poets had been young and dead and famous - and were men. But now the poet as the tragic child of grandeur and destiny had changed. The child of genius was a woman, now, and the man was gone.

There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.