The essence of the worst in the human spirit is not found in the crazy sons of b**ches. Ugliness is found in the faces of the crowd.
Who we are is not what we wear or what glitters. It’s the spirit that defines us.
When the light is gone and only the shadow remains, that spirit is nothing compared to the will of a heart that’s overrun with hate.
Blood is nothing. Heart and spirit make the sage.
The spirits of our loved ones can find a way to come back to us.
The only spirit worth its salt is the American spirit. The one that called us up from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize.
One’s expansiveness of spirit needn’t be reflected by one’s personal surroundings.
You can’t crush the human spirit.
The flesh withers as the spirit flourishes.
It’s not about taking a man’s life. It’s about conquering his spirit.
I am not a human being, but a spirit and fell demon from hottest Hell.
Don’t confuse the spirit world with mental health issues.[to Evangeline Navarro]