Sometimes I long so much to do landscape, just as one would go for a long walk to refresh oneself, and in all of nature, in trees for instance, I see expression and a soul.
I walk along a street and see in the faces of the passersby not the expression they really have but the expression they would have for me if they knew about my life and how I am, if I carried, transparent in my gestures and my face, the ridiculous, timid abnormality of my soul.
We can see nothing whatever of the soul unless it is visible in the expression of the countenance; one might call the faces at a large assembly of people a history of the human soul written in a kind of Chinese ideograms.
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
Play is the highest expression of human development in childhood for it alone is the free expression of what is in a child's soul.
I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or sentiments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.
Every condition of the soul has its own sign and expression...So you will see how hard it is to seem original without being so.
When you understand that you are your soul, then you will experience Life as an expression of the soul.
I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.
All that is good in art is the expression of one soul talking to another, and is precious according to the greatness of the soul that utters it.
Art leads to a more profound concept of life, because art itself is a profound expression of feeling. The artist is born, and art is the expression of his overflowing soul. Because his soul is rich, he cares comparatively little about the superficial necessities of the material world; he sublimates the pressure of material affairs in an artistic experience.
I've been influenced heavily by great soul artists. I see myself as a soul singer. I sing from my soul - I write from my soul.
I think soul is soul. I don't see new soul as any different to old soul.
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.
My Body, My Soul and I.
My body is mine, but my body is not me,
My body is an expression of my soul.
My soul is mine, but my soul is not me,
My soul is an expression of me -
for I am.
Time will come; we will plant trees to other planets! I see the orange trees and the cherries in the far lands beyond the earth.