The heart has such an influence over the understanding that it is worth while to engage it in our interest.

Man is, and was always, a block-head and dullard; much readier to feel and digest, than to think and consider.

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.

No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.

Let my heart be wise. It is the gods' best gift.

The heart is forever inexperienced.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Nothing vivifies, and nothing kills, like the emotions.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

One ought to hold on to one's heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

We should feel sorrow, but not sink under its oppression; the heart of a wise man should resemble a mirror, which reflects every object without being sullied by any

Emotion is always new.

What we feel is beyond words. We should be ashamed of our poems.

The important thing is being capable of emotions, but to experience only one's own would be a sorry limitation.

There is no fire like passion, no shark like hatred, no snare like folly and no torrent like greed.

Every person's feelings have a front-door and a side-door by which they may be entered.