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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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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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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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