Word: soul
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wish to quarrel with a dead man or his widow and children. Their husband and father wished very much to see me a few months before he died . . . Undoubtedly at that time he was trying to set his spiritual house in order. May God rest the soul of this curiously tortured man who served his country and the armed services so well in time...
...Jewish lore, a "dybbuk" is the soul of someone who dies without fulfilling his destiny; to earn eternal rest, the soul must return to earth and find fulfillment in the body of somebody else. The Dybbuk of Russian Playwright S. Ansky has been an international stage classic for 30 years. A lot of people were sure it would make first-class opera, but all attempts seemed to end in failure...
...seems to me that Afrikaners have created the terror for themselves, as men so often create the monsters which eventually devour them. It was a sad day for South Africa when Malan and his program of apartheid took over her destinies . . . South Africa lost her soul when she lost Smuts...
...every form of collectivism, without exception, to abuse power." ¶ "It is in affliction itself that the splendor of God's mercy shines, from its very depths, in the heart of its inconsolable bitterness. If, still persevering in our love, we fall to the point where the soul cannot keep back the cry 'My God, why hast Thou forsaken me?', if we remain at this point without ceasing to love, we end by touching something that is not affliction, not joy, something that is the central essence, necessary and pure, something not of the senses, common...
...Listen-I married because I love a warm living human man; my heart and soul wanted to make a warm living human home and grow in it babies, babies made by my husband and me ... Can a putrefied Charlemagne or a mummified Pharaoh protect and love and guide a living child? 'My daddy's three thousand years old. Yeth, we go to thee him in the museum thometimes. We thee hith toe poking out of the bandage, just like my big toe' . . . I am already a craven prehistoric cave woman of 1951. Thank God. At least...