There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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