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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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If 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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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