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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYJoy, once lost, is pain.
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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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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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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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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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