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.

But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be read more

But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.

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.

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

Giving yourself to someone who doesn't respect you surrenders pieces of your soul that you'll never get back...

Giving yourself to someone who doesn't respect you surrenders pieces of your soul that you'll never get back...

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for
many years; take thine read more

And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for
many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.

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.

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.