It looks as if the whole world had gone to wheat.

It makes me think--oppresses me.
All this means that we live by wheat alone.

These bare hills! They're too open to wind and sun and snow.

They look like the toil of ages." "Miss Anderson, there is such a thing as love for the earth--the bare brown earth.

You know we came from dust, and to dust we return! These fields are human to my father.