Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.
For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.
The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom
What shall I compare it to, this fantastic thing I call my Mind? To a waste-paper basket, to a sieve choked with sediment, or to a barrel full of floating froth and refuse? No, what it is really most like is a spider's web, insecurely hung on leaves and twigs, quivering in every wind, and sprinkled with dewdrops and dead flies. And at its centre, pondering forever the Problem of Existence, sits motionless the spider-like and uncanny Soul.
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