A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLife 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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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