Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen 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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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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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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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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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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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