For the Soul; Ears are dumb,Eyes are blind,Mind is a juggler.
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)
Negligence is the rust of the soul, that corrodes through all her best resolves.
The soul is never wholly assembled, except in delight.
He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
…a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.
Shattered edges of the diamonds rough sets to cut the unsuspecting.
Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.
It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.