My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.

A man with a soul is not like every other man.

A man with a soul is not like every other man.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made read more

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

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.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is read more

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.