Before we set our hearts too much upon anything, let us examine how happy they are, who already possess it.
The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.
Sincerity is an openness of heart; we find it in very few people; what we usually see is only an artful dissimulation to win the confidence of others.
Not all those who know their minds know their hearts as well.
The constancy of sages is nothing but the art of locking up their agitation in their hearts.
It appears that nature has hid at the bottom of our hearts talents and abilities unknown to us. It is only the passions that have the power of bringing them to light, and sometimes give us views more true and more perfect than art could possibly do.
The constancy of the wise is only the talent of concealing the agitation of their hearts.
The intellect is always fooled by the heart.
The heart is forever making the head its fool.
The mind cannot long play the heart's role.
If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.
Imagination could never invent the number of different contradictions that exist innately in each person's heart.
Every one speaks well of his own heart, but no one dares speak well of his own mind.
In the human heart one generation of passions follows another; from the ashes of one springs the spark of the next.
The head does not know how to play the part of the heart for long.
A man often believes himself leader when he is led; as his mind endeavors to reach one goal, his heart insensibly drags him towards another.
Imagination does not enable us to invent as many different contradictions as there are by nature in every heart.
In the human heart there is a ceaseless birth of passions, so that the destruction of one is almost always the establishment of another.
We often persuade ourselves to love people who are more powerful than we are, yet interest alone produces our friendship; we do not give our hearts away for the good we wish to do, but for that we expect to receive.
When the heart is still disturbed by the relics of a passion it is proner to take up a new one than when wholly cured.
Everyone praises his heart, none dare praise their understanding.
In the human heart new passions are forever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another.
All who know their own minds know not their own hearts.
The accent of a man's native country remains in his mind and his heart, as it does in his speech.
The reason we do not let our friends see the very bottom of our hearts is not so much distrust of them as distrust of ourselves.
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