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I 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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
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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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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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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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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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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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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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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.
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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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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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