The soul of the man showed itself for a moment like an evil face in the window of a reputable house.
The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.
In here, the human bosom—mine, yours, everybody's—there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
First place, what is this soul of which you speak? Show me its location in the human anatomy and then I might believe in it.
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend – Or the most agonizing Spy – An Enemy – could send.
To be alive is to be a living soul.