When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoets, 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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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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.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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