Soul

What art offers is space—a certain breathing room for the spirit.

The line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between political parties either—but right through every human heart.

Whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.

This world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence ... a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related.

This alone is to be feared: the closed mind, the sleeping imagination, the death of spirit.

The soul takes nothing with her to the next world but her education and her culture. At the beginning of the journey to the next world, one's education and culture can either provide the greatest assistance, or else act as the greatest burden, to the person who has just died.

The soul of him who has education is whole and perfect and escapes the worst disease, but, if a man's education be neglected, he walks lamely through life and returns good for nothing to the world below.

The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible but there arriving she is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.

The body is the tomb of the soul

Similarly with regard to truth, won't we say that a soul is maimed if it hates a voluntary falsehood, cannot endure to have one in itself, and is greatly angered when it exists in others, but is nonetheless content to accept an involuntary falsehood, isn't angry when it is caught being ignorant, and bears its lack of learning easily, wallowing in it like a pig?

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is god, just, and beautiful, of which it is the invisible, but never less, dazzling, passionate, and eternal form.

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.

Music then is simply the result of the effects of Love on rhythm and harmony.

Knowledge is the food of the soul.

It's like this, I think: the excellence of a good body doesn't make the soul good, but the other way around: the excellence of a good soul makes the body as good as it can be.

You ought not to attempt to cure the eyes without the head, or the head without the eyes, so neither ought you to attempt to cure the body without the soul.

For all good and evil, whether in the body or in human nature, originates in the soul, and overflows from thence, as from the head into the eyes.

Excellence of understanding comes from something divine, whereas the other excellences are probably close to the body.

Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is in itself unstable, and therefore when the bloom of youth which he was desiring is over, he takes wing and flies away, in spite of all his words and promises; whereas the love of the noble disposition is life-long, for it becomes one with the everlasting.

Everyone seeks his half

Excellence must be the health and wellbeing of the soul.

Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.

Atheism is a disease of the soul before it becomes an error of understanding.