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.
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!
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.