All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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