Rise early, that by habit it may become familiar, agreeable, healthy, and profitable. It may, for a while, be irksome to do this, but that will wear off; and the practice will produce a rich harvest forever thereafter; whether in public or private walks of life.
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
The frost which kills the harvest of a year saves the harvest of a century, by destroying the weevil or the locust.
Inside every seed is the potential for an incredible harvest.
It is not always granted to the sower to see the harvest.
Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing.
There must be labor, incessant and constant, if there is to be a harvest.
Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.
Can you honestly say the environment(s) you are in will yield the kind of harvest you are expecting?
I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Many attempt to harvest what was never planted.
GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?
The seeds of freedom. . . have now been scattered where despotism and tyranny ranked and ruled, will be watered by the enlivening dews of God's clemency, till the reapers abolitionists shall shout the harvest home.
Nature's bank-dividends.
When a man is at peace with his gods and ancestors, his harvest will be good or bad according to the strength of his arm.
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe. [Ger. , Ein tag der Gunst ist wie ein Tag der Ernte, Man muss geschaftig sein sobald sie reift. ]
America's workers face a battle for their jobs. They are the finest workers in the world. American workers grow, harvest, and mine some of the world's highest quality and most plentiful raw materials.