There’s more to thee than tooth and knee, the find of archeology.

There is nothing more poorly defined and yet more widely believed in than the soul.

Most of us know we have a soul, we just can’t remember where we left it.

It is the rare soul that isn’t malnourished.

I’m souled therefore I am.

An ocean and a stroll — mend a soul.

Stuff rots; souls not.

The soul is the only thing in the universe with the power to never stop growing.

The wealth of the world is depleted when one soul is lost.

A wretched soul and a few bullets wreck worlds.

The soul’s our butler, opening wide our doors to each other.

Bodies are a blast, but souls last and last.

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