In its primary aspect, a painting has no more spiritual message than an exquisite fragment of Venetian glass. The channels by which all noble and imaginative work in painting should touch the soul are not those of the truths of lives.

The soul is your innermost being. The presence that you are beyond form. The consciousness that you are beyond form, that is the soul. That is who you are in essence.

My literature is much more the result of a paradox than that of an implacable logic, typical of police novels. The paradox is the tension that exists in my soul.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.

Any religion that professes to be concerned about the souls of men and is not concerned about the slums that damn them, the economic conditions that strangle them and the social conditions that cripple them is a spiritually moribund religion awaiting burial.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is separate from us, all which Philosophy distinguishes as the ‚Not Me,‘ that is, both nature and art, all other men and my own body, must be ranked under this name, ‚Nature.‘

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.

In books lies the soul of the whole past time.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement.

Only God can look at somebody’s heart.

I write from my soul. This is the reason that critics don’t hurt me, because it is me. If it was not me, if I was pretending to be someone else, then this could unbalance my world, but I know who I am.

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks, she is always saying the very opposite to what other people say.

The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it.

When I’m dancing, I’m not thinking about anything. I am here. I am totally there. You know? And the feeling is a sensation of being away from myself. My soul dances with the angels, and my body dances with my wife.

Grace is not part of consciousness; it is the amount of light in our souls, not knowledge nor reason.

Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter’s soul.

We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.

It is hard to contend against one’s heart’s desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul.

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

The momentous thing in human life is the art of winning the soul to good or evil.

Painting, I think it’s like jazz.

A psychoneurosis must be understood, ultimately, as the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.

To attain any assured knowledge about the soul is one of the most difficult things in the world.

A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

True religion is real living; living with all one’s soul, with all one’s goodness and righteousness.

In each soul, God loves and partly saves the whole world which that soul sums up in an incommunicable and particular way.

We all have two lives: an inner life and an outer life. Your inner life is your soul life, which includes your mind, will and emotions. Your outer life is your physical life. And while God cares about every detail of your life, He is more concerned with your inner life than your outer life.

I do some kind of work, whether writing or painting or recording, on a daily basis. And it’s so essential that when I’m involved in the actual process, my so-called ‚real life‘ becomes almost incidental, which becomes worrying.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Music from my fourth year began to be the first of my youthful occupations. Thus early acquainted with the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, I became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me.

There can be no keener revelation of a society’s soul than the way in which it treats its children.

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent.

The end of life is to be like God, and the soul following God will be like Him.

To live happily is an inward power of the soul.

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.

Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.

Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.

If it weren’t for painting, I wouldn’t live; I couldn’t bear the extra strain of things.

It’s a small world, but I wouldn’t want to have to paint it.

Just as the soul fills the body, so God fills the world. Just as the soul bears the body, so God endures the world. Just as the soul sees but is not seen, so God sees but is not seen. Just as the soul feeds the body, so God gives food to the world.

What really matters is how God sees me. He isn’t concerned with labels; he is concerned about the state of man’s soul.

Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.

It’s so clear that you have to cherish everyone. I think that’s what I get from these older black women, that every soul is to be cherished, that every flower Is to bloom.

The challenge for me as an actor is if you become a celebrity, you don’t meet strangers anymore. And strangers are where we have our anonymity. And I believe it’s essential for the soul to be anonymous, especially if you’re going to be an actor.

I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.

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

People say maybe we have a soul and chimpanzees don’t. I feel that it’s quite possible that if we have souls, chimpanzees have souls as well.

Once music ceases to be ephemeral – always disappearing – and becomes instead material… it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time.

Maybe stories are just data with a soul.

Oh, hour of forgiven sin, moment of perfect pardon, our soul shall never forget you while, within you, life and being find immortality!