Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA 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.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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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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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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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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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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