“To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.”

“What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!”

“In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved”

“In Western thought, the body holds the soul; in Indian thought, the soul holds the body.”

“If one choose the goods of the soul, he chooses the diviner [portion]; if the goods of the body, the merely mortal.”

“The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.”

“Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech”

“Having left us with thought (not a soul), and extension (not a body), [Descartes] does not know how to account for the union of soul and body.”

“The world is upheld by the veracity of good men: they make the earth wholesome.”

“So the freshness lives on
in a lemon,
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
the proportions, arcane and acerb.”