The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?
— Jack Kornfield (Submitted by: JJ, USA)
The superior man examines his heart, that there may be nothing wrong there, and that he may have no cause for dissatisfaction with himself. That wherein the superior man cannot be equaled is simply this — his work which other men cannot see.
— Confucius
If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?
— Confucius
Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?
— Confucius
Recompense injury with justice, and recompense kindness with kindness.
— Confucius