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 SHELLEYGovernment 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.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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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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