The Soul (n.) would be a society of schemas and the body a society of organs if a living being individualized completely; whatever refuses to split holds the two together.
The Soul (n.) is the citizen in us: the part of a person that belongs to the city, as against the part that merely lives.
The Soul (n.) is not a substance; it is what a person builds by building something bigger than himself.
The Soul (n.) is an operation mistaken for a thing in Descartes: a thinker and the thinking pasted together into one substance.
The Soul (n.) is the moment when a body is about to become past: it rises between two corporeities as the extremity of animation and the origin of incorporation.
The Soul (n.) is not the organism but its presence: what it is to be present to oneself and to what lies outside.
The Soul (n.) sits at the very center of the individual, yet it is also the thread by which the individual stays tied to what is not individual.
The Soul (n.) is what you over-individualize when you speak of it: it was never an individual.
The Soul (n.) is one of the names, with spirit and daimon, that a person invents so as not to feel alone inside himself.
The Soul (n.) was a migrating voyager desperate to escape the earth in Plato, but in Aristotle it is part of the individual and dies with the body.
The Soul (n.) drowns the way Narcissus did: by turning from its model toward its own reflection.
The Soul (n.) is a divine city: reason in the head is God and the heavens, ardor in the heart the angels, the lower regions man and earth.
The Soul (n.) is proven nonexistent, by philosopher-surgeons, because they never saw one at the origin of the nerves.
The Soul (n.) must die because it was born: whatever is generated and can fall ill is corruptible.
The Soul (n.) is a sister of the ideas, pregnant with archetypes it forgot in the prison of the body; opinion is what remains after forgetting.
The Soul (n.) rides the body like a horseman: it adds no force, only turns the animal's direction.
The Soul (n.) in Descartes is a hydraulic engineer: with a fingertip on the valves he releases water that moves whole statues, adding no force of his own.
The Soul (n.) is a spiritual automaton when it reasons: clear ideas unfold into mathematics and physics with a mechanism's fruitfulness.
The Soul (n.) is as composite as the body because it is the body's idea: it begins and ends with it.
The Soul (n.) does not know its own essence, Malebranche held: if it did, it would be swallowed up in contemplating itself.