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.
The souls of heroes are forged by the gods and tempered with the pain of life.
What do you want?””Just coffee. Black – like my soul.
May the mysteries that confound you, be unraveled.