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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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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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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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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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