The Soul (n.) is its skin, which covers up the agitations and passions of the soul just as skin covers up our bones, tissues, intestines, and blood vessels making it possible to bear the sight of a human being.
The Soul's (n.) genitals (private parts) are envy and jealousy.
Soul (n.) is only the name of something in the body.
The Soul (n.) is a selecting and self-nourishing being, which is persistently extremely clever and creative.
The Soul (n.) is a hypothesis open to refinement: a "mortal soul," a "soul of subjective multiplicity," a "social structure of the instincts and passions."
The Soul (n.) needs a cloaca for its sewage — people, classes, the Fatherland, the world, or, for the truly fastidious modern pessimists, God.
Soul (n.) is just a word for something on the body.
Soul (n.) in some cases will never be discovered unless it is first invented.
Soul (n.) is a world apart — to each soul belongs another world; for each soul every other soul is a hinterworld.
Soul (n.) has been believed in more firmly than anything else on earth because it lets the weak interpret their weakness as freedom and their being thus-and-thus as a merit.
Soul (n.) in its immortal Christian form is an optical magnification of one's own importance to the point of insanity — insanely important souls revolving about themselves with a frightful fear.
Soul (n.) as monad becomes untenable once protoplasm divides: ½ + ½ does not make 1 but 2.
Soul (n.) at its fullest and most powerful emerges from its hells of loss and disdain fuller still, with new blissfulness of love — and understands Dante's 'I too was created by eternal love' over the gate of Hell.
Soul (n.) differs from soul, and should — that one soul is in itself just like every other is the worst optimistic enthusiasm; the greatest possible dissimilarity and friction is desirable, and fortunately it is what is really the case.