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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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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
First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Death Fear Happiness Hope Ourselves

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