Masanobu Fukuoka
Masanobu Fukuoka

The simple hearth of the small farm is the true center of our universe.

Masanobu Fukuoka
Masanobu Fukuoka

There is no time in modern agriculture for a farmer to write a poem or compose a song.

Masanobu Fukuoka
Masanobu Fukuoka

Ignorance, hatred and greed are killing nature.

Masanobu Fukuoka
Masanobu Fukuoka

As we kill nature, we are killing ourselves, and God incarnate as the world as well.