“My body, plowed by your body, will turn into a field where one is sown and a hundred reaped.”
“You can't plow a field simply by turning it over in your mind.”
“I have sown Dragon's teeth and reaped only fleas.”
“My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.”
“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.”
“He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.”