We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
The heart is its own Fate.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.
He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.
Man is one; and he hath one great heart. It is thus we feel, with a gigantic throb athwart the sea, each other's rights and wrongs; thus are we men.
My favoured temple is an humble heart.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joyIn one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raisedBy all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
It is sad To see the light of beauty wane away, Know eyes are dimming, bosoms shrivelling, feet Losing their springs, and limbs their lily roundness; But it is worse to feel the heart-spring gone, To lose hope, care not for the coming thing, And feel all things go to decay within us.
I have a heart with room for every joy .
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.