Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWords are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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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 no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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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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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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