The soul, / Though made in time, survives for aye; / And, though it hath beginning, sees no end. Sir J. Davies.
The soul's armour is never well set to the 25 heart unless a woman's hand has braced it. Ruskin.
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, / Lets in new light through chinks that time has made. Waller.
The soul's emphasis is always right. Emerson.
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer. Holmes.
The sphere-harmony of a Shakespeare, of a Goethe, the cathedral music of a Milton, the humble, genuine lark-notes of a Burns. Carlyle.
The spider taketh hold with her hands, and is 30 in kings' palaces. Bible.
The spirit breatheth where it willeth, and thou hearest the voice thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is it with every one that is born of the spirit. Jesus.
The spirit in which we act is the highest matter. Goethe.
The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. Jesus of his disciples.