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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
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
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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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Blood Hands Hard Heart Worst
There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Body Experiment Fair Mental Purity Sick Try Water
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Door Forever Jealous Key Truth
I love tranquil solitude.
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Love Myself One Liner Solitude Tranquility
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
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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Bed Death Earth Failure Flower Leaving Lying Sun Warm Wind

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