Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

Let fear once get possession of the soul, and it does not readily yield its place to another sentiment.
Sebastopol by Leo Tolstoy

I think... if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.