The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIt is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWords are but holy as the deeds they cover.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI wish no living thing to suffer pain.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYOur sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYHell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThen black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYDust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife 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!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA 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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY