Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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There 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.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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