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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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Drive Fate Poor Rich Standard
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
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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Beautiful Hide Poetry World
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Build Music Oneself Togetherness
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Game Law Trade War
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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Body Experiment Fair Mental Purity Sick Try Water
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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Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
Poets, 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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Age Art Artist Creation Music Painting Philosophy Poet
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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Feeling Light Moon Music Oneself Reveal Sing Voice World
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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Creation God Spirit Understand Universe
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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Beautiful Feeling Greatness Life Miracle Nature Wonderful World
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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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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Break Death Glory Lie Light
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
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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Divine Law Myself Spirit World
Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Joy Lost Pain
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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Equality Heaven Human Joy Power Soul Willing
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
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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Care Cat Happiness Myself Thinking Way
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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Bed Black Death Myself Reward Win
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
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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Action Equality Freedom Habit Man Object Selfish True Wisdom
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

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