Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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