“My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.”
“In his heart, he knew that there was no reason to be impolite to someone, even if they did work for you. There was such a thing as manners after all.”
“The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better.”
“My heart is a garden tired with autumn.”
“My daughter and two sons are the flowers in my heart and garden.”
“Then [good manners] must be inspired by the good heart. There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.”