Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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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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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 howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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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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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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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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