A Quote by John Steinbeck

The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads. — © John Steinbeck
The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.
The most fruitful areas for the growth of the sciences were those which had been neglected as a no-man's land between the various established fields.
There's roads, and there's roads, And they call. Can't you hear it? Roads of the earth And roads of the spirit The best roads of all Are the ones that aren't certain. One of those is where you'll find me 'Til they drop the big curtain.
you could see the roads crisscrossing over the fields. When cars went by, far away, the beams were so bright they seemed to be ropes of light pulling the cars behind.
I work a lot with men, and I work with wonderful men that I absolutely adore, but it's something that I'm now paying attention to - to seek out and make room for the talented women in all the technical fields and creative fields across the board.
What moved me, in the first instance, to attempt a work like this, was the discomfort and suffering which I had seen brought upon men and women by household mismanagement. I have always thought that there is no more fruitful source of family discontent than a housewife's badly-cooked dinners and untidy ways.
The straight roads are the roads of progress, the crooked roads are thee roads of genius.
If genius has any common denominator, I would propose breadth of interest and the ability to construct fruitful analogies between fields.
The disease of men is that they neglect their own fields and go to weed the fields of others.
As a spiritual person, nature for me has always been a healing place. Going back all the way to my childhood on the farm, the fields and forests were places of adventure and self-discovery. Animals were companions and friends, and the world moved at a slower, more rational pace than the bustling cities where I'd resided my adult life.
Great men's errors are to be venerated as more fruitful than little men's truths.
For me, I was always the only woman in my cohort, first as a mechanical engineering undergraduate student, then as a chemical engineering graduate student. There were very few women getting degrees in those fields at the time. My role models were men - great men role models.
The errors of great men are venerable because they are more fruitful than the truths of little men.
There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused women to fall. I did not ascribe any intentions to these men. They were like the weather, they didn't have a mind. They merely drenched you or struck you like lightning and moved on, mindless as blizzards. Or they were like rocks, a line of sharp slippery rocks with jagged edges. You could walk with care along between the rocks, picking your steps, and if you slipped you'd fall and cut yourself, but it was no use blaming the rocks.
The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.
Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps, down new roads, armed with nothing but their own vision.
Look to the fields white unto harvest; pray for the fields; prepare for the fields; go to the fields or support those who go.
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