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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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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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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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