When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYOnly nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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