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In your patience possess ye your souls.
In your patience possess ye your souls.
But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be read more
But if nothing but soul, or in soul mind, is qualified to count, it is impossible for there to be time unless there is soul, but only that of which time is an attribute, i.e. if change can exist without soul.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
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.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from read more
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
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
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.
