A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIf God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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 young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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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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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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