Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThen black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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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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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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