“ The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too ”
Source: The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
Man is like a puppet. The strings of his habits, emotions, passions, and senses make him dance to their bidding. They bind his soul.
The happiness of one's own heart alone cannot satisfy the soul; one must try to include, as necessary to one's own happiness, the happiness of others.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
Remembrance of God is to the heart as water is to a fish; see what happens to a fish when it is taken out of water