I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The value of life can be measured by how many times your soul has been deeply stirred.
I have a calling in my soul, if you like, to try to make my life in some way worthwhile. What is the value of my existence?
What makes life worth living? Better surely, to yield to the stain of suicide blood in me and seek forgetfulness in the embrace of cold dark death.
Most of us have learned the hard way that there are very few things you can absolutely count on in life.
If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Life delivered me a catastrophe, but I found a richness of soul.
The soul is both the most fragile and most resilient thing about you; a healthy soul is what holds you together when your world falls apart. Since you will carry your soul into eternity, it's worth checking up on it at least as often as your teeth.
Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.
Give me power of soul, so that I may actually effect by its will that which I strive for.
Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.