The day of fortune is like a harvest day We must be busy when the corn is ripe.

How can people trust the harvest unless they see it sown?

Be of service. Whether you make yourself available to a friend or co-worker or you make time every month to do volunteer work there is nothing that harvests more of a feeling of empowerment than being of service to someone in need.

In seed time learn in harvest teach in winter enjoy.

When friends asked me Can we help? I'd say Not unless you can alter time speed up the harvest or teleport me off this rock. I used that line from Star Wars.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting. We allow them to disperse because we've been ignorant of their value.

Care less for your harvest than for how it is shared and your life will have meaning and your heart will have peace.

When families save they can get through emergencies like a bad harvest or a medical emergency. But it's more than that. They can also plan for the future gradually saving up for a small business or for their children's school tuition.

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.

It is like the seed put in the soil - the more one sows the greater the harvest.

Many are needed to plant and water what has been planted now that the faith has spread so far and there are so many people... No matter who plants or waters God gives no harvest unless what is planted is the faith of Peter and unless he agrees to his teachings.

Talk unbelief and you will have unbelief but talk faith and you will have faith. According to the seed sown will be the harvest.

I inherited that calm from my father who was a farmer. You sow you wait for good or bad weather you harvest but working is something you always need to do.

Always do your best. What you plant now you will harvest later.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.