I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Think, Which, Conclusive, Argument
Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, Woman, Promise, Cases
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Self-Respect, Drama, Teaches, Censure
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
History, Memories, Written, Poem
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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Stupid, Very, Which, Formidable
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lightning, Which, Ever, Sword
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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Die, Dead, Then, Claims
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
War, Servitude, No Excuse, Infamy
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sad, Thought, Songs, Sweetest
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sad, Pain, Some, Sweetest
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 Shelley
Necessary, Necessary Evil, Vices
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Game, Trade, Statesman, Delight
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Change, Happy, May, Departure
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry, World, Poets, Legislators
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mistakes, Follies, Our, Manhood
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nature, Behind, Spring, Wind
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Deep, Other, Tonight, Wine
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Differences, Reason, Things, Respects
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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Happy, Mood, About, Sitting
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Religion, Selfishness
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.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Imagination, Own, Imagine, Greatly
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Punishment, How, Proportion, Justly
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry, Sings, Sounds, Solitude
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Revenge, Naked, Idol, Worship
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soul, Nor, Virtuous, Commands
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Beautiful, Poetry, Which, Distorted
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!
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sky, Through, Which, Autumn
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Money, Person, Ever, Odd
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, Memory, Die, Soft
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Beauty, New, Which, Corruption
Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Destiny, Been, Imagine, Concerning
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fear, Future, Past, Weep
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soul, Valentine's Day, Meets, Lips
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pain, Delights, Which, Exists
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Beauty, World, Hidden, Veil
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sleep, Call, Which, Veil
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Man, Wealth, Real, Labor
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, Beautiful, Through, Familiar
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nothing, Been, Faster, Laurels
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Never, Yesterday, His, Endure
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Imagination, Instrument, Moral
The soul's joy lies in doing.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wisdom, Joy, Doing, Lies
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Winter, Behind, Far, Spring
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pleasure, Than, Itself, Sweeter
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Moments, Minds, Record, Happiest
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ignorance, Discover, More, Study
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