All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Do not give in too much to feelings. A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth.

But you will never know another's heart, unlessYou are prepared to give yours too.

When glance turns To a sky-blue clear day,When the purplr-red sunSinks low at sirocco,Here nature bestows glory,Joy, sound to eye and heart,And we find in color lore,The universal truth. - - - GER:Wenn der Blick an heitern TagenSich zur Himmelsbläue lenkt,Beim Sirok der SonnenwagenPurpurrot sich niedersenkt,Da gebt der Natur die Ehre,Froh, an Aug und Herz gesund,Und erkennt der FarbenlehreAllgemeinen, ewigen Grund.Zahme Xenien VI.

The fate of the architect is the strangest of all. How often he expends his whole soul, his whole heart and passion, to produce buildings into which he himself may never enter.

I am proud of my heart alone, it is the sole source of everything, all our strenght, happiness & misery. All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.