There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart that had better not be wibrated."

There is a wisdom of the head, and... there is a wisdom of the heart.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away...

. . . it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.