“Sometimes I think my soul is full of weeds!”
“I sometimes think my head is so large because it is so full of dreams.”
“Sometimes I think I collect souls to make up for the ones I've lost over the course of my life.”
“People’s souls are like gardens. You can’t turn your back on someone because his garden’s full of weeds. You have to give him water and lots of sunshine.”
“Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul?”
“My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own.”