The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.

The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul.

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.

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.

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?

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.

The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
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The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre.

Faith is the daring of the soul to go farther than it can see

Faith is the daring of the soul to go farther than it can see

Every single soul is a poem.

Every single soul is a poem.