The Soul (n.) is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
The Soul (n.) is born old but grows young.
The Soul (n.) can only be cured by the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.
The Soul (n.) is related to the body in that it is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.
The Soul (n.) is unknowable, and to recognise this is the ultimate achievement of wisdom.
The Soul (n.) can be free, even in prison.
The Soul (n.) is a treasury-house in which there are infinitely precious things that may not be taken from you.