But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave pictures that persist; the good are ever too luke-warm.
A celibate, like the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity.
He was an amazing father. I clutched my memories of him to my heart for so long, but he's a part of the world.
Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.
Art is maybe a subversive activity. There is a certain rebellion when you are an artist at heart, even if only in the art of living.
In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Words may be false and full of art; Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
A thankful heart is the key to overflowing joy.
But in my heart, when I said “my king,” I meant Verity.
Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?
Though we cannot see the heart, we can see the life.
You are a man with secrets...and I plan to know them all.
A heart full of words And an uncooperative mouth Make an unfortunate pairing
Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.
Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.
You've got to appreciate the things that come from the art of the Negro and from the heart of the man farthest down.
...recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void...
There are some things even magic can’t fix.
You are my heart now. Whatever happens to you happens to me.
I hold you within my heart.
