“Standing before him, the blight of idyllic thought and aspiration--rotting souls reproducing like fleas.”
“All black, of course. Just like his rotting soul.”
“No one can give a definition of the soul. But we know what it feels like. The soul is the sense of something higher than ourselves, something that stirs in us thoughts, hopes, and aspirations which go out to the world of goodness, truth and beauty. The soul is a burning desire to breathe in this world of light and never to lose it--to remain children of light.”
“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.”
“This morning, he had been doomed for a dismal eternity,but instead, standing before him was a woman giving him everything he had dreamed of but never thought he would possess.”
“I sting like a butterfly and punch like a flea.”