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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYFame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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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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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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