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.

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.

From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.

From the looks--not the lips, is the soul reflected.

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.

The iron entered into his soul.

The iron entered into his soul.

A soul as white as Heaven.

A soul as white as Heaven.

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

Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.