In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

Seven times have I despised my soul: The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.

Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language?”

“Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul.

There is a desire deep within the soul which drives man from the seen to the unseen, to philosophy and to the divine

You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth

Oh, heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.