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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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