If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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