“Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.”

“Who has not sat, afraid, before his heart's curtain?”

“I'm falling apart and into his heart and I'm a disaster.”

“She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery.”

“Who is pure in heart? Only those who have surrendered their hearts completely to Jesus that he may reign in them alone. Only those whose hearts are undefiled by their own evil--and by their own virtues too. The pure in heart have a child-like simplicity like Adam before the fall, innocent alike of good and evil: their hearts are not ruled by their conscience, but by the will of Jesus.”

“They spent pork-barrel money like a tidal-wave sea, but no funds trickled down far enough to reach me. Our books numbered few and were falling apart, and I sat mending pages with a crestfallen heart.”