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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.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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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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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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