Date: c. 501 B.C.

"For souls it is death to become water, and for water death to become earth. Water comes into existence out of earth, and soul out of water."

— Heraklitus (fl. 504-1 BCE)

Date: c. 501 B.C.

"A man, when he gets drunk, is led by a beardless lad, tripping, knowing not where he steps, having his soul moist."

— Heraklitus (fl. 504-1 BCE)

Date: 2nd Century CE

"The soul provides nature with the reason for the [presence or absence of] life, for even though it does not possess the same number of atoms as the body, being placed in it with its rational and non-rational elements, still it encompasses the whole body and, being bound by it, binds it in turn, ...

— Diogenes of Oenoanda (2nd Century CE)

Date: 1704

"Here it may not be amiss to add a few words upon the laudable practice of wearing quilted caps; which is not a matter of mere custom, humour, or fashion, as some would pretend, but an institution of great sagacity and use; these, when moistened with sweat, stop all perspiration, and by ...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)

Date: 1704

"Upon these and the like reasons, certain objectors pretend to put it beyond all doubt that there must be a sort of preternatural spirit, possessing the heads of the modern saints; and some will have it to be the heat of zeal working upon the dregs of ignorance, as othe...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)

Date: 1758

"A Soul conversant with Virtue, resembles a perpetual Fountain: for it is clear, and gentle, and potable, and sweet, and communicative, and rich, and harmless, and innocent."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1758

"If, therefore, you would be a musical and harmonious Person, whenever, in Parties of Drinking, the Soul is bedewed with Wine, suffer her not to go forth, and defile herself [like a snail]."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"It is as it were the interpretation of a diviner nature through our own; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only as on the wrinkled sand which paves it."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)