The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYNothing 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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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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