For quite a few millennia, the man has been trying to restrain souls, striving to keep himself outside.

The distance between two souls-one is infinity, outside.

Poetry: souls. In their whisper, the burning of infinity...

The solitude of our human souls is howled at the stars night after night by dogs.

Love is like the sunrise; hope appeared at the same time on two faces and in two souls connected by the same wonders and tears of life.

When it seems as if life is lashing you like a mean overlord, you may have wronged maybe a brother, a parent, or maybe other souls, or in a moment of pain you gave up all hope. It is not like an overlord that it beats you in the latter case, nor like a parent, but like an animal that you did not know how to rein till the end.