A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.
Before we set our hearts too much on anything, let us examine how happy are those who already possess it.
It is hard to contend against one's heart's desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul.
Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.
To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.
When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
Really try to follow what it is that you want to do and what your heart is telling you to do.
A merry heart doeth good like medicine.
The heart has its reasons that reason cannot know.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Teach this triple truth to all: A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity.
The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.
We know the truth, not only by the reason, but also by the heart.
It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.
Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.
It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
Great tranquility of heart is his who cares for neither praise not blame.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.