What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.
He who learns and learns and yet does not know what he knows, is one who plows and plows yet never sows.
The earth was our home, she would have said, but no less was it home to the oxen that pulled our plows or the elephants that roamed in the forest and worked for us. They lived with us as partners whose well-being was inseparable from our own.