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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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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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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
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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