Something the heart must have to cherish; must love, and joy, and sorrow learn: something with passion clasp, or perish, and in itself to ashes burn.
our actions take their hue from the complexion of the heart,
as landscapes their variety from light.
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written
upon the heart. The spirit should not grow old.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sir Francis Bacon
James A. Garfield
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