You can't reason with your heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

You can't reason with the heart; it has its own laws, and thumps about things which the intellect scorns.

But that is the way we are made: we don't reason, where we feel; we just feel.

The heart is the real Fountain of Youth.

The convention miscalled 'modesty' has no standard, and cannot have one, because it is opposed to nature and reason and is therefore an artificiality and subject to anybody's whim - anybody's diseased caprice

Comedy keeps the heart sweet.