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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Consumption Light Poet Poetry Power
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
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
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Deserve Justice Nature Punishment
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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Fragrance Problem Stupidity Worth Yourself
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
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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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Autumn Harmony See Sky Summer Thinking
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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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place

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