Enemy-occupied territory is what the world is.

What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands

You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

Nothing is very strong: strong enough to steal away a man's best years not in sweet sins but in a dreary flickering of the mind over it knows not what and knows not why, in the gratification of curiosities so feeble that the man is only half aware of them, in drumming of fingers and kicking of heels, in whistling tunes that he does not like, or in the long, dim labyrinth of reveries that have not even lust or ambition to give them a relish, but which, once chance association has started them, the creature is took weak and fuddled to shake off.

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

(Pain) removes the veil; it plants the flag of truth within the fortress of a rebel soul