Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.
It is amazing that our souls - our eternal essences, with all their hopes and dreams and visions of an eternal world - are contained within these temporal bodies. No wonder suffering is part of the human condition.
The human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.
Poverty of goods is easily cured; poverty of soul, impossible.
With us the inner nature accords with the outer expectation. The body follows the mind, and the mind seeks the soul, which it strives toward but has not yet won. With you it is otherwise. The mind follows the body in pursuit of the soul you have been told you already have. Because you cannot find it, you assume you have lost it somewhere in your past, and this keeps you from achieving it in your future.
Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.
If the truth were known, many sermons are prepared and preached with more regard for the sermon than the souls of the hearers.
Darkness can be funny. It can be quirky. There are different ways that that stuff comes out as a creative person. But the actual conflicted, twisted, decaying, rotting soul? That's not me. No more.
If you would keep your soul From spotted sight or sound, Live like the velvet mole; Go burrow underground.
I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is.
I am not a hero in soul and never will be, but I am better than I was before. Or so I tell myself; and for now that is enough.
Dans une grande a" me tout est grand. In a great soul everything isgreat.
I hold in my hands the very soul of a man. What more dare a woman ask of the high gods?
Expression, to a great extent, is a matter of terms, and terms are anyone's. The meaning of 'God' may have a billion interpretations if there be that many souls in the world
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
I must follow the inscrutable exhortations of my soul.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.
On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.
It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.
Fame is a good so wholly foreign to our natures that we have no faculty in the soul adapted to it, nor any organ in the body to relish it; an object of desire placed out of the possibility of fruition.
