A Quote by Maxim Gorky

Politics is the soil in which the nettle of poisonous enmity, evil suspicions, shameless lies, slander, morbid ambitions, and disrespect for the individual grows rapidly and luxuriantly. Name anything bad in man and it is precisely in the soil of political struggle that it grows with particular liveliness and abundance.
Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.
I love, cherish, and respect women in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul. This love of women is the soil in which my life is rooted. It is the soil of our common life together. My life grows out of this soil. In any other soil, I would die. In whatever ways I am strong, I am strong because of the power and passion of this nurturant love.
Where grows?--where grows it not? If vain our toil, We ought to blame the culture, not the soil.
There is no royal road to anything, one thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.
There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.
Ignorance is the soil in which belief in miracles grows.
Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.
The soil of a man’s heart is stonier; a man grows what he can and tends it.
Since chemical fertilizer burns out the soil organic matter, other farmers struggle with tilth, water retention, and basic soil nutrients. The soil gets harder and harder every year as the chemicals burn out the organic matter, which gives the soil its sponginess. One pound of organic matter holds four pounds of water. The best drought protection any farmer can acquire is more soil organic matter.
One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast withers as rapidly; and that which grows slow endures.
Personal relationships are the fertile soil from which all advancement, all success, all achievement in real life grows.
That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slow, endures.
Like the lotus which thrives in mud, the potential for realization grows in the rich soil of everyday life
History is largely a record of human struggle to wrest the land from nature, because man relies for sustenance on the products of the soil. So direct, is the relationship between soil erosion, the productivity of the land, and the prosperity of people, that the history of mankind, to a considerable degree at least, may be interpreted in terms of the soil and what has happened to it as the result of human use.
Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil.
[Slavery] is a weed that grows in every soil.
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