Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
"Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field."
"War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade."
"History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man."
"Soul meets soul on lovers' lips."
"Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."
"Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."
"The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys."
"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."
"Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth."
"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."
"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."
"Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon."
"The soul's joy lies in doing."
"Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar."
"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
"Familiar acts are beautiful through love."
"Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted."
"He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure."
"How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep."
"Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic."
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