Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere 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.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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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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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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