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But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.
But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.
And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never read more
And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.
From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.
From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.
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.
What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul read more
What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no read more
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
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.
