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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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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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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Death Fear Myself Tremble
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light

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