John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

In your patience possess ye your souls.

In your patience possess ye your souls.

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.

You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of read more

You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.

It is thought and feeling which guides the universe, not deeds.

It is thought and feeling which guides the universe, not deeds.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.

My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I
had a soul above buttons.

My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I
had a soul above buttons.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure read more

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.