Hearts Live By Being Wounded

The world is cruel, give me thy heart to take with me.

It was always once springtime in my heart.

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.

No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true, for what some terror in their hearts tells them is not true.

Pleasures may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrows cannot break it. Hearts live by being wounded.

Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.

And thus we rust Life's iron chain Degraded and alone: And some men curse, and some men weep, And some men make no moan: But God's eternal Laws are kind And break the heart of stone