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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAll of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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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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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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