The Ant and the Grasshopper In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest. Why not come and chat with me, said the Grasshopper, instead of toiling and moiling in that way? I am helping to lay up food for the winter, said the Ant, and recommend you to do the same. Why bother about winter? said the Grasshopper; we have got plenty of food at present. But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil. When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger, while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew: It is best to prepare for the days of necessity.
The Man and His Two Sweethearts A middle aged man, whose hair had begun to turn gray, courted two women at the same time. One of them was young, and the other well advanced in years. The elder woman, ashamed to be courted by a man younger than herself, made a point, whenever her admirer visited her, to pull out some portion of his black hairs. The younger, on the contrary, not wishing to become the wife of an old man, was equally zealous in removing every gray hair she could find. Thus it came to pass that between them both he very soon found that he had not a hair left on his head. Those who seek to please everybody please nobody.
Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amid joy.
So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.
If wrinkles must be written upon our brows, let them not be written upon the heart. The spirit should never grow old.
To resist the frigidity of old age, one must combine the body, the mind, and the heart. And to keep these in parallel vigor one must exercise, study, and love.
The Hidden Power of the Heart -Sara Paddison.
Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.
Busy bees chased the bloom chaste Though they crawled on her clothes her petals unfolded and those held close still ever faithful to the sun is the everpure rose Whether her hue is violet or rose Whether she grows in freedom or rows ever to God in waves arose the love perfume from the heart of the rose.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
How many young hearts have revealed the fact that what they had been trained to imagine the highest earthly felicity was but the beginning of care, disappointment, and sorrow, and often led to the extremity of mental and physical suffering.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion; constitutionality is no match with compassion.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, while the heart of the fool is in the house of entertainment.
Ama me fideliter! Fidem meam noto: De corde totaliter Et ex mente tota, Sum presentialiter Absens in remota." Lat: "Love me faithfully!/See how I am faithful:/With all my heart/And all my soul/I am with you/Though I am far away. - Carmina Burana, "Omnia Sol Temperat".