May I be awoken by the thunder of Zeus & touched by his lighting. It only need strike once. Once is enough to ignite the soul with purpose.

Truly great people in history never wanted to be great for themselves. All they wanted was the chance to do good for others and be close to God.

I would willingly pass my life writing and re-writing the same book - that one book every writer carries within him - the image of his own soul.

To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

If someone should ask me, 'What does the soul do?' I would say, It does two things. It loves. And it creates. Those are its primary acts.

the fragrance in my words is not meBut a reflection of your soulThe scent of jasmine is the beauty of your heartThat is the source of soulful you

A soul that becomes the place where divine grace is harbored and encouraged joins the class of the immortals and lives on into eternal greatness.

Every cloud has a silver lining. The edge of light that shines brightest holds a sliver of hope for a bright today & an even better tomorrow.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.

Being awakened is a state in which every cell of the body is able to communicate with the soul, and the soul is able to communicate with the body.

I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.

You have to be able to center yourself, to let all of your emotions go. Don’t ever forget that you play with your soul as well as your body.

Love is like permanent glue which sticks two souls and they can’t be separated unless they are lacerated. Souls are immortal and so is love.

...wanting soul life without the dark, warming intelligence of personal doubt is like expecting an egg without the brooding heat of the mother hen.