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.

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.

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.

Giving yourself to someone who doesn't respect you surrenders pieces of your soul that you'll never get back...

Giving yourself to someone who doesn't respect you surrenders pieces of your soul that you'll never get back...

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.

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.

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.

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.]

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
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The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
[Lat., Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare non potest;
ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.]