Unless you adopted the opinion of certain observers of the human heart
, and thought that the chevalier had the voice of his nose, his organ of speech would have amazed you by its full and redundant sound.
Now I am well aware that pettiness and grandeur, malice and charity, hatred and love, can find place side by side in the same human heart
Among the sentiments of most powerful operation upon the human heart
, and most highly honorable to the human character, are those of veneration for our forefathers, and of love for our posterity.
Sir Francis Cromarty had observed the oddity of his travelling companion--although the only opportunity he had for studying him had been while he was dealing the cards, and between two rubbers--and questioned himself whether a human heart
really beat beneath this cold exterior, and whether Phileas Fogg had any sense of the beauties of nature.
The old man, skilled in the human heart
, did not attempt to argue in such a matter.
The human heart
is like india-rubber; a little swells it, but a great deal will not burst it.
There are strings,' said Mr Tappertit, flourishing his bread-and- cheese knife in the air, 'in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated.
There can be, if I forbode aright, no power, short of the Divine mercy, to disclose, whether by uttered words, or by type or emblem, the secrets that may be buried in the human heart
If I may not be permitted to allude to the natural depravity of the human heart
, at least I may - I must - be permitted, so far to refer to misplaced confidence.
To act as I have acted, to think as I have thought, requires the maddening love of pleasure, mingled with the keen appetite of revenge, the proud consciousness of power; droughts too intoxicating for the human heart
to bear, and yet retain the power to prevent.
It is as if heaven had an especial band of angels, whose office it was to sojourn for a season here, and endear to them the wayward human heart
, that they might bear it upward with them in their homeward flight.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart
- one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man.