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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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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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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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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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