Soul

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

 

There are only two great diseases in the world today—Bolshevism and Americanism; and Americanism is the worse of the two, because Bolshevism only smashes your house or your business or your skull, but Americanism smashes your soul.

 

Why were we crucified into sex?

 

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul.

 

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always— take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

 

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

 

He’s [Heathcliff’s] more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

 

Man becomes man only by the intelligence, but he is man only by the heart.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

“Each man’s soul is his genius.”

The writer is the engineer of the human soul.

 

Spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable. E. M.

Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things.

For words, like Nature, half reveal

 

Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

 

O Love, O fire! once he drew

 

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within.

 

O may my heart’s truth

I’ve got a soul: don’t tell me I haven’t. Cut me up and you can’t find it. Cut up a steam engine and you can’t find the steam. But, by George, it makes the engine go.