put them in Burgei's hand, and she dropped them on the
garden beds."

And thus it seems to be with all . The past is being renewed to
us.

                                   *

I have found it difficult to go over the same task, again and again.
But the constant repetition is what constitutes labor. Without that, it
is mere .

Nature constantly repeats herself, and we must serve her by imitating
her. She repeats herself through her laws; man, through his duties.

I have, nevertheless, indulged in variations, and not without success.
While walking through the stable, I observed the cow lowing and turning
toward her sucking calf. I have carved the figures in wood.

I should like to imitate every object in nature--to create the world
anew, as it were, so that men might see all  as I see them.

I thank Thee, Eternal , for bestowing these gifts upon me.

                                   *

The chief aim of life is not , nor is it . It must be labor.
Perhaps there is no chief aim, after all.

                                   *

wordnetdesire and labor are the body and  of mankind. Happy is he in whom
they are united. I have forfeited wordnetdesire--nothing is left me but labor.

                                   *

My white foal! It looks at me