Shakespeare speaks for the human heart but Dickens speaks for the social man and for injustices.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

The human heart is the same the world over.

The study of social progress is today not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.