Book, Chapter

 1       1, VI    |       my mother nor my nurses filled their own breasts but thou,
 2       3, I     |     not because I was already filled with it, but because the
 3       4, IX    | created heaven and earth, and filled them because he created
 4       5, VIII  |     asking.~The wind blew and filled our sails, and the shore
 5       5, VIII  |    there the next morning and filled thy ears with complaints
 6       6, II    |     And, in place of a basket filled with fruits of the earth,
 7       6, V     |     would in all its parts be filled from the immeasurable sea.180~
 8       6, V     |      itself to be finite, and filled by thee, the infinite. And
 9       9, VII   |      whole structure of it is filled with life. Yet it is not
10       9, XXVIII|       real life, being wholly filled by thee. But since he whom
11       9, XXVIII|   myself because I am not yet filled by thee. Joys of sorrow
12      11, VI    |       to question my spirit - filled as it was with the images
13      12, XIX   |    sell what you have, and be filled with fruit by giving to