Quotes about oats (13 Quotes)

I've sown all the oats I want to sow.

The love of dirt is among the earliest of passions, as it is the latest. Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure. Fondness for the ground comes back to a man after he has run the round of pleasure and business, eaten dirt, and sown wild oats, drifted about the world, and taken the wind of all its moods. The love of digging in the ground (or of looking on while he pays another to dig) is as sure to come back to him, as he is sure, at last, to go under the ground, and stay there.

Alimony is like buying oats for a dead horse.

If we were to go back in time 100 years and ask a farmer what he'd like if he could have anything, he'd probably say he wanted a horse that was twice as strong and ate half as many oats. He would not say he wanted a tractor. The point is, technology changes things so fast that many people aren't sure what the best solutions to their problems might be.

We sometime didn't get enough to buy oats for our horses. Most banks had very little money in them.

Producing is a terrible business. The rewards are lousy. Only 15-20 percent of shows recoup their investment, just as 15-20 percent of horses pay for their oats.

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky hard,
Where thou thyself dost air-the Queen o' th' sky,
Whose wat'ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport.

We are happier in many ways when we are old than when we were young. The young sow wild oats. The old grow sage.

John. Mayor, in the first book of his 'History of Scotland,' contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain.... And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.

OATS, 'n'. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.

My colleagues at Quaker Oats gave me some referrals, since my product is in no way competitive with their food business.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Most of us spend the first six days of each week sowing wild oats; then we go to church on Sunday and pray for a crop failure.