In my soul, humanity is a single part, a big gentle bird whose song I use to sing every early morning in the silence of the Universe.

It matters not what color you have, but how much soul, how much humanity it fits.

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

Behind every soul there is at least one other soul, within each heart a bigger heart, like a day or like a night that unfolds from itself in turn, more alive, more hopeful...

It is not possible to mix soul and clay and not get oblivion.

What you do not love with all your soul you cannot reach with all your soul.