Negligence is the rust of the soul, that corrodes through all her best resolves.
For the Soul; Ears are dumb,Eyes are blind,Mind is a juggler.
I wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body.
We injure ourselves by wishing; continous inaction cripples the soul.
The soul is a prolonged anniversary of our lives in this world.
Only at death, our soul breathes. (L’ me ne respire qu’à notre mort)
The soul is never wholly assembled, except in delight.
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
You are the ruler of my heart. There is no measure greater than this.
Beware a kiss’ he told her. ‘kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul
What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.