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The one thing in the world, of value, is the active soul.

The problem of restoring to the world original and eternal beauty is solved by the redemption of the soul.

The saddest of all failures is that of a soul, with its capabilities and possibilities, failing of life everlasting, and entering on that night of death upon which no morning ever dawns.

The soul on earth is an immortal guest, compelled to starve at an unreal feast; a pilgrim panting for the rest to come; an exile, anxious for his native home.

The soul, considered with its Creator, is like one of those mathematical lines that may draw nearer to another for all eternity without a possibility of touching it; and can there be a thought so transporting as to consider ourselves in these perpetual approaches to Him, who is not only the standard of perfection, but of happiness?

The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, in heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, a star of day! - The sun is but a spark of fire, a transient meteor in the sky; the soul immortal as its sire, shall never die.

The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty by how little.

The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.

To look upon the soul as going on from strength to strength, to consider that she is to shine forever with new accessions of glory, and brighten to all eternity; that she will be still adding virtue to virtue, and knowledge to knowledge, - carries in it something wonderfully agreeable to that ambition which is natural to the mind of man.

What is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.

Whatever that be which thinks, which understands, which wills, which acts, it is something celestial and divine, and on that account must necessarily be eternal.

Where are Shakespeare's imagination, Bacon's learning, Galileo's dream? Where is the sweet fancy of Sidney, the airy spirit of Fletcher, and Milton's thought severe? Methinks such things should not die and dissipate, when a hair can live for centuries, and a brick of Egypt will last three thousand years. I am content to believe that the mind of man survives, somehow or other, his clay.


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