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

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.

No creature matters to 'the mind', they matter to 'the heart' of us... as human.

The human heart is the same the world over.

There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

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