When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

When I die India will be found engraved on my heart.