Science without conscience is only ruin of the soul.
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For souls nobly born valor doesn't await the passing of years.
At any moment you choose you can retire within yourself. Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Philosophy is the culture of the soul.
One must never let the fire go out in one's soul but keep it burning.
Confidence raises the soul.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
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Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
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They change the sky, not their soul, who run across the sea.
Go, nothing is better for the soul Than to dispel some sadness from a soul!
A beautiful soul has no other merit than its own existence.
Only the passions, the great passions, can lift the soul to the greatest things.
Intelligence is the eye of the soul, not its strength. Its strength is in the heart, that is, in the passions.
As the sun is the light of the day, so the soul is the light of the awakened body. As the moon is the light of the night, so is the soul the light of the sleeping body.
And days together stand I on the shore, Seeking, in my soul, the land of Greece.
Patience reveals the soul's hidden riches.
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The human body is the best picture of the human soul.
Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Eyes are the windows of the soul.
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.
Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.
Memory is the scribe of the soul.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
Accent is the soul of language; it gives to it both feeling and truth.
Body am I, and soul"–so says the child. And why should one not speak like children?
He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate.
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