Soul (n.) set free would be worse off than one in a body if bodily goods were goods; but a soul enclosed and besieged cannot be happier than one free in the universe.
Soul (n.) is a trivial thing, yet contempt for it is tremendous, and whoever has that contempt can watch the sea leave its bed without a tremor.
Soul (n.) is the only thing worthy of wonder; to a great soul nothing is great.
Soul (n.) that is upright and great is a god dwelling as a guest in a human body — and it may descend into a slave as well as a knight.
Soul (n.) is crooked when a man's acts are out of harmony.
Soul (n.) is like flame — it springs upward and cannot be kept down or kept quiet; the more ardent, the more it moves.
Soul (n.) is air in a certain state, and so more pliable than bent timber — if heat can straighten a beam, how much more easily is a soul reshaped?
Soul (n.) cannot be crushed: subtler than fire, it escapes through the very weight that crushes the body, as lightning returns through a narrow opening.
Soul (n.) should accordingly be guided at the very moment when it is becoming able to guide itself.
Soul (n.) is more powerful than any sort of Fortune; by its own agency it guides its affairs in either direction, and of its own power it can produce a happy life, or a wretched one.
The Soul (n.) is our king. If it be safe, the other functions remain on duty and serve with obedience; but the slightest lack of equilibrium in the soul causes them to waver along with it.
The Soul (n.) proves its lofty origin by judging its present lodging narrow and not fearing to depart: he who remembers whence he came knows whither he is to go.
The Soul (n.) is known to be ours though we know nothing of its essence, its place, its quality or its source.
The Soul (n.) is not disfigured by the ugliness of the body, but rather the opposite, that the body is beautified by the comeliness of the soul.
The Soul (n.) at death is either sent forth into a better life, destined to dwell with deity amid greater radiance and calm, or else, at least, without suffering any harm to itself, it will be mingled with nature again, and will return to the universe.
The Soul (n.) is summoned upward by its very origin.
The Soul (n.) is made womanish by degrees, and is weakened until it matches the ease and laziness in which it lies.
The Soul (n.) is never greater than when it has laid aside all extraneous things, and has secured peace for itself by fearing nothing, and riches by craving no riches.
The Soul (n.) may, once released from the body, forget its whole past and only then begin to know itself.
The Soul (n.) does not journey to heaven; it returns there, as the body stands erect to look upward to the sky.