Forgiveness liberates the soul. It removes fear. That is why it is such a powerful weapon.

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

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

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

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.

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.