Not all human souls but only the pious ones are divine.

Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you.

The soul passeth from form to form; and the mansions of her pilgrimage are manifold.

All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.

To err is human also in so far as animals seldom or never err, or at least only the cleverest of them do so.

To err is human, to forgive is divine... but I’m only a cardinal and cardinals are human, so rather than forgiving you I’m going to err towards beating you with this stick.