The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
The Soul is the voice of the body's interests.
When the soul looks out of its body, it should see only beauty in its path. These are the sights we must hold in mind, in order to move to a higher place.
I am not convinced that there is such a thing as a soul.
The soul is neither inside nor outside the body; neither proximate to nor separate from it.
It is only to the individual that a soul is given.
Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.
Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.
Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.
The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.