Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

Author: William Wordsworth

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Faith is a passionate intuition.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

My heart never knew loneliness until you went away.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

When it comes to love, compassion, and other feelings of the heart, I am rich.

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it - then I can achieve it.