I rage, I melt, I burn, / The feeble God has stabbed me to the heart.

We only part to meet again. / Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be / The faithful compass that still points to thee.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, the mist is dispelled when a woman appears

That kid has so much heart and character. On senior day, that's going to be a sad day for me. She was in bed for the last two days. She was about 50 percent (Wednesday) afternoon when I talked to her and she wanted to play. That's a lot of heart on her part.

Prayer opens the heart to God, and it is the means by which the soul, though empty, is filled by God.

My god, I'm having a heart attack.