Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
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Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never read more

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
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The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
[Lat., Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare non potest;
ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.]

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more

A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.

What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul read more

What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive read more

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.