We distrust our heart too much, and our head not enough.
Lofty mountains are full of springs; great hearts are full of tears.
There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.
A face which is always serene possesses a mysterious and powerful attraction: sad hearts come to it as to the sun to warm themselves again.
God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.
As long as we love, we lend to the beloved object qualities of mind and heart which we deprive him of when the day of misunderstanding arrives.
