It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

And finally I twist my heart round again so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be and could be if there weren't any other people living in the world.

When you are older you will understand how precious little things seemingly of no value in themselves can be loved and prized above all price when they convey the love and thoughtfulness of a good heart.

It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.

I shall the effect of this good lesson keeps as watchman to my heart.

I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there's purpose and worth to each and every life.

A sense of humor... is needed armor. Joy in one's heart and some laughter on one's lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.

I firmly believe that any man's finest hour the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious.

A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.