I cannot believe in the immortality of the soul. No, all this talk of an existence for us, as individuals, beyond the grave is wrong. It is born of our tenacity of life - our desire to go on living - our dread of coming to an end.

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

Who feeds a hungry animal feeds his own soul.

The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly!

Love is when the soul starts to sing and the flowers of your life bloom on their own.

The problem is with man himself and man's soul. We haven't learned how to be just and honest and kind and true and loving.