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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Nothing 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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Divine Law Myself Spirit World
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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Blood Disguise Excitement Hate Horror Preparation Soft Tolerance
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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Believe Love Ourselves Place See Soul Wasted
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
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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Body Experiment Fair Mental Purity Sick Try Water
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
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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Laughter Look Pain Sadness Sincere Song Sweet Thinking
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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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
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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Goodness Greatness Happiness Himself Imagination Intense Man Pain Place
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Deep Devil Disguise Man One Liner
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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Age Art Artist Creation Music Painting Philosophy Poet

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