Book, Chapter

 1     Int       |  desire for the storms of his breast to be calmed; he longed
 2       1, VII  |       it that I cried for the breast? If I should now so cry -
 3       1, VII  |      cry - not indeed for the breast, but for food suitable to
 4       1, VII  | watched another infant at the breast.~Who is ignorant of this?
 5       2, III  |    infamy. But in my mother’s breast thou hadst already begun
 6       4, XIV  |       of speech blow from the breast of the opinionated, so also
 7       6, XVI  | opinions, never faded from my breast. And I discussed with my
 8       6, V    |       revolved in my wretched breast, overwhelmed with gnawing
 9       7, I    |    words had stuck fast in my breast, and I was hedged round
10       7, II   |   thou find thy way into that breast? He used to read the Holy
11       7, VIII |      there. The tempest in my breast hurried me out into this
12      11, XXV  |    life of the poor, in whose breast there is no contradiction,
13      11, XXVII|  language as if on a mother’s breast, their faith is built up