A warrior chooses a path with heart, any path with heart, and follows it; and then he rejoices and laughs. He knows because he sees that his life will be over altogether too soon. He sees that nothing is more important than anything else.
Really try to follow what it is that you want to do and what your heart is telling you to do.
People want to know why I do this, why I write such gross stuff. I like to tell them I have the heart of a small boy... and I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Anyone who tells a lie has not a pure heart, and cannot make a good soup.
For me there is only the traveling on the paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge for me is to traverse its full length. And there I travel - looking, looking, breathlessly.
Only do what your heart tells you.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire - the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain.
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. However, a path without a heart is never enjoyable. On the other hand, a path with heart is easy - it does not make a warrior work at liking it; it makes for a joyful journey; as long as a man follows it, he is one with it.
There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.
It would have been difficult to design a path out of communism worse than the one that has been followed.
Hell is an outrage on humanity. When you tell me that your deity made you in his image, I reply that he must have been very ugly.
I did my work slowly, drop by drop. I tore it out of me by pieces.
Novelists have always had complete freedom to pretty much tell their story any way they saw fit. And that's what I'm trying to do.
All who call on God in true faith, earnestly from the heart, will certainly be heard, and will receive what they have asked and desired.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.
Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one's luck.