Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe 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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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 have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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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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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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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