Soul is the man

It is a common rule with primitive people not to waken a sleeper, because his soul is away and might not have time to get back

Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave

There is not a soul who does not have to beg alms of another, either a smile, a handshake, or a fond eye

Above all, we must forgive the unhappy souls who have elected to make the pilgrimage on foot, who skirt the shore and look uncomprehendingly upon the horror of the struggle, the joy of victory, the profound hopelessness of the vanquished

To be somebody you must last

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr

Drop anchor anywhere and the anchor will drag - that is, if soul is a limitless, fathomless sea, and not a dog pond

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof

People living their lives for you on TV They say they're better than you and you agree He says Hold my calls for me I must go The boss says Come here boy, there ain't nothing' for free Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill Another cute cheap thrill You know you love him if you put in your will Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your soul if you won't save your own? We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower Went up where the homeless had their homes So we pray to as many different God's as there are flowers But we call religion our friend We're so worried about saving our souls Afraid that God will take His toll That we forget to begin Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your soul if you won't save your own? Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill You got social security, but that don't pay your bills There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today, You say that you love them, take their money and run Say it's been slew, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things Those flings, those strings you've got to cut, So get out on the streets, girls, and bust you butts. Who will save you soul when it comes to the flower Who will save you soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your soul if you won't save you own