souls

The artist speaks with inspiring tools of creativity. Thinkers challenge with the weapons of choice. These two forces are necessary to move souls beyond limitation.

It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true, there would be no story to tell.

Lord save the suffering souls.

So this is where all the vapid talk about the 'soul' of the universe is actually headed. Once the hard-won principles of reason and science have been discredited, the world will not pass into the hands of credulous herbivores who keep crystals by their sides and swoon over the poems of Khalil Gibran. The 'vacuum' will be invaded instead by determined fundamentalists of every stripe who already know the truth by means of revelation and who actually seek real and serious power in the here and now. One thinks of the painstaking, cloud-dispelling labor of British scientists from Isaac Newton to Joseph Priestley to Charles Darwin to Ernest Rutherford to Alan Turing and Francis Crick, much of it built upon the shoulders of Galileo and Copernicus, only to see it casually slandered by a moral and intellectual weakling from the usurping House of Hanover. An awful embarrassment awaits the British if they do not declare for a republic based on verifiable laws and principles, both political and scientific.

Children are the most fearless souls on earth.

You belong to the saved souls.

May God give comfort to the suffering souls.

All you ever need is God.

We are a new creation by God__ grace.

O Lord, thy will be done in my life as it is written in Heaven in Jesus Name. Amen.

Jesus Christ seeks to save the lost souls.

First love yourself.. the real inner-self.. then only you__l be able to love the world.. the lives.. the souls.

You are not one of Pentrigrel__ creations. This is not where you belong. He will not keep his word to you. He is concerned only with himself. You cannot condemn yourself to this over Lunette__ fate.

Open the doors of your heart and they will come_And for every cruel arrow,Sweet caresses of delirium alsoTo nourish your soul.

A forest is not a wilderness, but a community of souls who speak to one another on the wind.

We write to give strength to our soul and to inspire spirit of other souls.

The greatest souls have survived deep distress and mental-ill health.

The bond of love between wonderful souls is divine.