There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYFear not for the future, weep not for the past.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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I love tranquil solitude.
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I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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