Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It is not uncommon on exam days for several students to malinger rather than prepare themselves.
[H]e knew that, counting from the hemp or flax seed, the paper with which they were covered took much more time and labour before it was finished than the finest and clearest Murano glass.
While you are planting the seed, he cries -- Drop it, drop it -- cover it up, cover it up -- pull it up, pull it up, pull it up. But this was not corn, and so it was safe from such enemies as he. You may wonder what his rigmarole, his amateur Paganini performances on one string or on twenty, have to do with your planting, and yet prefer it to leached ashes or plaster.
