 I rush out among my pigs rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour ; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself...  Character and Characteristic Men - Page 77by Edwin Percy Whipple - 1866 - 324 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Martin Luther - 1848 - 436 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away. So... | |
 | 1858 - 682 pages
...Luther says (vide Luther's Table Talk, translated by Hazlitt, D. Bogue, 1848) : — " The human heart is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour. If you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds, and wears away."... | |
 | Sir Arthur Helps - 1851 - 314 pages
...rufh out among my " P'gs, rather than remain alone by myfelf. " The human heart is like a millftone in a " mill ; when you put wheat under it, it turns " and grinds and bruifes the wheat to flour ; if " you put no wheat, it ftill grinds on, but then " it is itfelf it... | |
 | 1853 - 448 pages
...I have often need, in my tribulation, to talk even with a child ! " " The human heart," said he, " is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour ; if you put no wheat it still grinds on, but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away."... | |
 | sir Arthur Helps - 1854 - 308 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour ; if you put no wheat, it still grinds on, but then it is itself it grinds and wears away.'... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1854 - 584 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among iny pigs rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a mill-stone in a mill : when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour ; if you put no wheat in, it still grinds on, but then it is itself it grinds and wears away."... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1856 - 596 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour. If you put no wheat, it still grinds on ; but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away.'... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1856 - 600 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill ; when you put wheat...under it, it turns and grinds and bruises the wheat to flour. If you put no wheat, it still grinds on ; but then 'tis itself it grinds and wears away."... | |
 | 1856 - 902 pages
...heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather tlian remain alone by mysell. The human heart is like a mill-stone in a mill ; when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds and bruizes the wheat to flour. If you put no wheat it still grinds on ; but then 'tis itself it grinds... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1856 - 594 pages
...with heavy tribulations, I rush out among my pigs, rather than remain alone by myself. The human heart is like a millstone in a mill; when you put wheat under it, it turns and grinds arid bruises the wheat to flour. If you put no wheat, it still grinds on ; but then 'tis itself it... | |
| |
