The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.—Calderon.
There are treasures laid up in the heart,—treasures of charity, piety, temperance, and soberness. These treasures a man takes with him beyond death when he leaves this world.—Buddhist Scriptures.
In aught that tries the heart, how few withstand the proof!—Byron.
The hearts of pretty women are like bonbons, wrapped up in enigmas.—J. Petit Senn.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.—Dickens.
To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.—Bulwer-Lytton.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.—Bossuet.
There are chords in the human heart, strange, varying strings, which are only struck by accident; which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch. In the most insensible or childish minds there is some train of reflection which art can seldom lead, or skill assist, but which will reveal itself, as great truths have done, by chance, and when the discoverer has the plainest and simplest end in view.—Dickens.
A willing heart adds feathers to the heel, and makes the clown a winged Mercury.—Joanna Baillie.
Some people's hearts are shrunk in them like dried nuts. You can hear 'em rattle as they walk.—Douglas Jerrold.