A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The heart was always seen as the noblest of the internal organs as well as the most vital. The hearts of martyrs or future candidates for sainthood would be preserved, but never their livers, say, or the entrails – at least not on their own; it was either the heart by itself or the whole lot together.
– George Fetherling
By intensity of hatred, nations create in themselves the character that they imagine in their enemies. Hence it comes that all passionate conflicts result in an interchange of characteristics. We might say with truth, those who hate open a door by which their enemies enter and make their own the secret places of the heart.
– George William Russell