Living souls, you will see how alike they are.
Lice consume the grass, rust consumes the iron, and lying the soul.[Тля ест траву, ржа железо, а лжа душу.]
Laughter is the language of the soul.
It is only to the individual that a soul is given.
In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.
If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got.
I’m not claiming divinity. I’ve never claimed purity of soul. I’ve never claimed to have the answers to life. I only put out songs and answer questions as honestly as I can.
I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.
How we need another soul to cling to.
Hesitation before birth. If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.
Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?