The nobility of the soul makes itself known by admitting its egoism without consciousness, without remorse, without self-deception.

When the ego dies, the soul awakes.

The noble soul reveres itself.

Envy and jealousy are the private parts of the human soul. Perhaps the comparison can be extended.

A soul which knows that it is loved, but does not itself love, betrays its sediment: its dregs come up.

A degree of culture, and assuredly a very high one, is attained when man rises above superstitions and religious notions and fears, and, for instance, no longer believes in guardian angels or in original sin, and has also ceased to talk of the salvation of his soul.