Water is the soul of the Earth.
If there are any souls in hell, it is because that is where they insist on being.
Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.
Cathedrals, luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.
The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.
