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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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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Bright Heaven Herself Love Moon Sleep Stars World
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Live Myself One Liner Pain Suffering
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
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
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!
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Autumn Harmony See Sky Summer Thinking
Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Action Religious Word
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Honor One Liner Smile Truth
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Chance Change Fate Forever Love Time
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Deep Future Inspirational Mirror Poet Present Shadow
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Himself Ideas Love Person Religious
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Happiness Sorrow Sweet
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Act Action Beautiful Love
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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Blood Disguise Excitement Hate Horror Preparation Soft Tolerance
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
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
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
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Goodness Love Myself Quiet Solitude Tranquility Wisdom
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Deep Drink Joy Taste Tonight Wine
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Fame Gold Idol Love Power Worship
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Light Love Return Voice
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Distance Field Myself River Travel
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Bird Cheerful Darkness Poet Solitude Sound Sweet
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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Comfortable Dog Humble Man Moral Presence
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
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

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