Soul (n.) carries in each of us a flicker of longing for Sabbath-ness, beauty and calm, and whoever smothers it helps wreck the world.
Soul (n.) gone bad is the mother of every sin, since hatred, arrogance and envy all spring from the spirit.
Soul (n.) abhors a vacuum: if grace does not fill it, demons will.
Soul (n.) is a wave in an endless stream flowing from God's heart.
Soul (n.) withers when cut off from what is greater than itself, like a tree torn from its soil.
The Soul (n.) became, after Plato, a two-story house with reason upstairs and the emotions in the basement.
The Soul (n.) has translucent windows onto the beyond, though the walled mind has no ladder to God.
Soul (n.) seldom gives off more light than it receives.
Soul (n.) grows through noble deeds and lights up through holy ones.
The Soul (n.) and reason are not one thing but two strangers who met and became friends.
Soul (n.) is an urge to sing, on behalf of all beings, what they all stand for.
Soul (n.) is to the glory it meets as one breath is to all the air on earth.
Soul (n.) is a brief aside, a parenthesis, in the endless sentence God is speaking.
The Soul (n.) is inward, passive and hidden; spirit reaches beyond, active and without limit.
Soul (n.) is slippery, a mob of desires and resentments that will not accept the rule of reason.
Soul (n.) is a candle of the Lord lit along the cosmic road, not a firework set off by nature.
Soul (n.) is easily turned into a madhouse that its owner mistakes for a sanctuary.