A Quote by Elbert Hubbard

The product of the head, heart and hand is a thing to be loved. — © Elbert Hubbard
The product of the head, heart and hand is a thing to be loved.
God created hand, head, and heart; the hand for the deed, the head for the world, the heart for mysticism.
Heart weeps. Head tries to help heart. Head tells heart how it is, again: You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday. Heart feels better, then. But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart. Heart is so new to this. I want them back, says heart. Head is all heart has. Help, head. Help heart.
Amid the cheering of the crowds, he hardly heard his master's voice, but he saw the familiar head and shoulders, and the bright flag he was waving. He raced toward the seven-foot fence; without apparent effort he rose in the air and cleared the top with a good hand-breadth to spare; then dashed up to his master that he loved, and gamboled there and licked his hand in heart-full joy. Again the victor's crown was his, and the master, a man of dogs, caressed the head of shining black with the jewel eyes of gold.
I don't understand how you can have product-market fit and not a lot of people wanting your product. The two go hand-in-hand.
My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.
The heart is a gate-less gate to divinity. Move to the heart. We are all hung up, stuck in the head - that is our problem. The only problem is that we think too much. There is only one solution - get down from the head to the heart. All your problems will disappear. Problems are created by the head. The heart is innocent. The heart is a fountain of love.
I might not of told you enough that I loved you but I didn't expect for you to cheat, I loved you and you knew that and I still do, I might of argued with you, pushed you away but I still loved, I still do, you walk away as I cry with my hand on my chest because my heart feels like it will tear.
A heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.
One night when my longing for her was like a fire burning out of control in my heart and my head, I wrote her a letter that just seemed to go on and on. I poured out my whole heart in it, never looking back to see what I'd said because I was afraid cowardice would make me stop. I didn't stop, and when a voice in my head clamored that it would be madness to mail such a letter, that I would be giving her my naked heart to hold in her hand, I ignored it with a child's breathless disregard of the consequences.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
One day, the idea that God loved me dropped from my head into my heart.
CEOs are often chief product officers. But for me to say I'm a chief product officer when my product is a community, I really should be thinking of myself as head of this community.
If your head tells you one thing, and your heart tells you another, before you do anything, you should first decide whether you have a better head or a better heart.
I am convinced that we must train not only the head, but the heart and hand as well.
Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart of man go together.
In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.
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