A scientific man ought to have no wishes, no affections, - a mere heart of stone.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

We all wish to be judged by our peers, by the men “after our own heart.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

We all wish to be judged by our peers, by the men “after our own heart.