Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.

A soul as white as Heaven.

A soul as white as Heaven.

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive read more

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.

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.

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made read more

There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.

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.

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is read more

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
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Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.