In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYNothing 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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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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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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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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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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!
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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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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