Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
The soul can not think without a picture.
That in the soul which is called the mind is, before it thinks, not actually any real thing.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
Happiness is an expression of the soul in considered actions.
The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories