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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
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
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Better Lips Love Soul Word
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Death Friendship Himself Man Marriage Religion
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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City Man Music Silence Soul Spiritual Wild
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young

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