Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyYou have not studied the histories of ancient times, and perhaps know not the life that breathes in them; a soul of beauty and wisdom which had penetrated my heart of hearts.
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The idea of the soul as a beautiful spirit that pervades all of our lives is very similar to the idea of a higher consciousness. When we see someone who has a special place in our lives, we tend to think that they possess this special energy, and we strive to be like them.
Source: Valperga: Or, The Life And Adventures Of Castruccio, Prince Of Lucca
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