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The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of read more
The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
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.
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
There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made read more
There is one thing one has to have: either a soul that is cheerful by nature, or a soul made cheerful by work, love, art, and knowledge.
And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for
many years; take thine read more
And I will say to my soul, Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for
many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry.
Do not let Sunday be taken from you If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
Do not let Sunday be taken from you If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.
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.
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.