The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

But she puts into them the soul of the body, which forms them that is the soul of the mother which first constructs in the womb the form of the man and in due time awakens the soul that is to inhabit it.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

There is only one Soul in the Universe. There is no 'you' or 'me'; all variety is merged into the absolute unity, the one infinite existence - God.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

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