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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAre we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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