The Soul (n.) is in need of cultivation just as the body is in need of food.
Soul (n.) is divine, and when it has quitted the body a return to heaven is open to it, least difficult to the most virtuous and just.
Soul (n.) that has served its time in the campaigns of desire and ambition, rivalry and hatred, may at last live in its own thoughts and dwell apart.
Soul (n.) is of heavenly origin, forced down from its home in the highest and buried in earth, a place quite opposed to its divine nature.
Soul (n.) is drafted from the universal Divine intelligence.
Soul (n.) has gifts too rich to be mortal: rapid movement, a vivid memory of the past, prophetic knowledge of the future.
Soul (n.) is always in motion and self-moved, so its motion will have no end, for it is not likely ever to abandon itself.
Soul (n.) is not composite, so it is indivisible, and what is indivisible cannot perish.
Soul (n.) was never seen even in life; we knew it was in the body only from what it did.
Soul (n.) becomes wise only when, liberated from all corporeal admixture, it has begun to be pure and undefiled.
Soul (n.) alone is invisible both when present and when departing; every other element goes back to the place from which it came.
Soul (n.) refuses to be kept down and fixes its eyes on future ages, as though it would begin to live only when it had left the body.
The Soul (n.) with the guard and retinue of so many virtues can never be taken, though the body is made captive.
Soul (n.) is no such thing at all — a name without a meaning.
Soul (n.) is a certain straining of the body, like what is called harmony in music — so at death it is simply put out of tune.
Soul (n.) is harder to understand inside the body — a place that does not really belong to it — than set free in the æther, its own habitation.
Soul (n.) is eternal because it moves itself: never forsaken by itself, it can never cease to be moved.
Soul (n.) is, as Euripides more boldly puts it, a God.
Soul (n.) sees other things, like the eye, though it has no distinct view of itself.
Soul (n.) long fettered by the body walks slowly even when set free, like a man who has worn real chains for many years.