There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.
One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.
You must not let hatred destroy you. You will lose your soul.
What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.
Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin.
There is no devil and no hell. Thy soul will be dead even sooner than thy body; fear, therefore, nothing any more![Es giebt keinen Teufel und keine Hölle. Deine Seele wird noch schneller todt sein als dein Leib: fürchte nun Nichts mehr!]
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter – in the eye.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it, basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.
Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.
How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?
Brevity is the soul of wit.
A sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.
