Artists are nearest God. Into their souls he breathes his life, and from their hands it comes in fair, articulate forms to bless the world.
The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.
There are no twin souls in God's universe.
Life was intended to be so adjusted that the body should be the servant of the soul, and always subordinate to the soul.
The faculties of our souls differ as widely as the features of our faces and the forms of our frames.
Ah! soul of mine! Ah! soul of mine! Thy sluggish senses are but bars That stand between thee and the stars, And shut thee from the world divine.
I count this thing to be grandly true: That a noble deed is a step toward God-- Lifting the soul from the common clod To a purer air and a broader view.