But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again.

We cannot hope to create a sustainable culture with any but sustainable souls.

This soul can only be a conspiracy of individuals

So do not speak to me of souls when you have never seen one, man.

My advice is, do not try to inhabit another's soul. You have your own.

But one harsh truth about that is you cannot find your soul friends with desperate energy.

It is the natural duty of souls to do their work in the body; are we to suppose that when once they leave the body they spend all eternity in idleness? Again, if the souls did not again enter into bodies, they must either be infinite in number or God must constantly be making new ones. But there is nothing infinite in the world; for in a finite whole there cannot be an infinite part. Neither can others be made; for everything in which something new goes on being created, must be imperfect. And the world, being made by a perfect author, ought naturally to be perfect.

"You know what you can buy at the supermarket?" Laws inquired acidly. "I’ll tell you. Canned burnt offerings." "You know what you can buy at the hardware store?" Hamilton answered. "Scales to weigh your soul on." "That’s silly," the blond said petulantly. "A soul doesn’t have any weight." "Then," Hamilton reflected, "you could put one through the U. S. mail for nothing." "How many souls," Laws conjectured ironically, "can be fitted into one stamped envelope? New religious question. Split mankind in half. Warring factions. Blood running in the gutters." "Ten," Hamilton guessed. "Fourteen," Laws contradicted. "Heretic. Baby-murdering monster." "Bestial drinker of unpurified blood." "Accursed spawn of filth-devouring evil."

You can fool a lot of yourself but you can't fool the soul. That worrier.

The problem is not entirely in finding a room of one's own, the time alone, difficult and necessary as that is. The problem is more how to still the soul in the midst of its activities. In fact, the problem is how to feed the soul.

If you want to feel the happiness of loving, forget about your soul.
The soul ruins love.
Only in God can the soul meet satisfaction.
Not in another soul.
Only in God — or out of the world.
Souls cannot communicate.
Let your body talk to another body.
Because bodies understand each other, but souls don’t.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

And you cannot build a home for your worth inside of another being.

You just can't have this kind of war. There aren't enough bulldozers to scrape the bodies off the streets.