For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart, It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart, It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul
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The time comes upon every public man when it is best for him to keep his lips closed.
Abraham Lincoln
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And what, Socrates, is the food of the soul? Surely, I said, knowledge is the food of the soul.
Plato
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Plato
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It is only to the individual that a soul is given.
Albert Einstein
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Brevity is the soul of wit.
William Shakespeare
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