“I have never loved Fortune, even when she seemed most to love me. I never considered her treasures mine, neither her money, nor her office nor her influence. Her theft of these things, therefore. has taken away nothing of my own. Mother, my roof is the stars. My house is human goodness. My body is clothed. My stomach is full. And the thirstier part of me, my soul, drinks gladly from the pool of my books.So much for me. I am just fine.” HumansBookSoulBodyMotherHouseStarsMy OwnTakenInfluenceMinesFineDrinkGoodnessOfficeFortuneTreasureMy SoulStomachPoolRoofTheft Author:Walter Wangerin
“We ourselves, though we're guilty of every sin, are not just a work of God: we're image. Yet we have cut ourselves off from our Creator in both soul and body. Did we get eyes to serve lust, the tongue to speak evil, ears to hear evil, a throat for gluttony, a stomach to be gluttony's ally, hands to do violence, genitals for unchaste excesses, feet for an erring life? Was the soul put in the body to think up traps, fraud, and injustice? I don't think so.” ThinkingSoulBodyHandsEyeEvilSpeakSinCuttingViolenceFeetEarsInjusticeCreatorTongueLustGuiltyThroatStomachAlliesFraudExcessTrapsGluttonySoul And BodyErring Author:Tertullian