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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Cry Fear Future Past
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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
I love tranquil solitude.
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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

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