Quote by Oscar Wilde
How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul i

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver. – Oscar Wilde

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A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her. – Oscar Wilde

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A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. – Oscar Wilde

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What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a downy spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939, translated from Frenc

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Soul shadows you everywhere. – Terri Guillemets

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I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card. – Charles Baudelaire

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A little body often harbors a great soul. – Proverb

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