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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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