All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAnd 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.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I love tranquil solitude.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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