Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.

Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light
and another of darkness; on the confines of two read more

Everywhere the human soul stands between a hemisphere of light
and another of darkness; on the confines of two everlasting
hostile empires, Necessity and Freewill.

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.]

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and
lose his own soul? or read more

For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and
lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his
soul?

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.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

In your patience possess ye your souls.

In your patience possess ye your souls.

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.

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.