Wheat

A blind crow may sometimes find a grain of wheat.

A hungry hen sees herself in a wheat silo.

A hungry man is glad to get boiled wheat.

An editor is someone who separates the wheat from the chaff and then prints the chaff.

And the floors shall be full of wheat, and the vats shall overflow with wine and oil.

But what is the chaff to the wheat?

Even a blind dove finds a grain of wheat at times.

God gives the wheat, He doesn't bake the bread.

He knows how many grains to a bushel of wheat.

He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding.

If you borrow some chaff from the rich man you have to repay him with wheat.

Out of the thirty thousand types of edible plants thought to exist on Earth, just eleven - corn, rice, wheat, potatoes, cassava, sorghum, millet, beans, barley, rye, and oats - account for 93 percent of all that humans eat, and every one of them was first cultivated by our Neolithic ancestors.

Plant a kernel of wheat and you reap a pint; plant a pint and you reap a bushel.

The first time I tried organic wheat bread, I thought I was chewing on roofing material.

There is no wheat without chaff.

We did not domesticate wheat. It domesticated us.

Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor,
Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door;

Wheat stalks heavy with grain learn how to bow their heads.

Who sows barley cannot reap wheat.

Without sowing a single wheat you would not harvest thousand ones.

You have to separate the chaff from the wheat.