And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIf God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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