The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The soul preserves beauty.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
The words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels.
Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.
Every single soul is a poem.
Every soul is a melody which needs renewing.
O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utters a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.
In a state of grace, the soul is like a well of limpid water, from which flow only streams of clearest crystal. Its works are pleasing both to God and man, rising from the River of Life, beside which it is rooted like a tree.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
Not in sorrow freely is never to open the bosom to the sweets of the sunshine.