I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWe 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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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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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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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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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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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