Love’s very pain is sweet.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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