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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYStrange thoughts beget strange deeds.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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