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
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
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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
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
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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
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
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.- Percy Bysshe Shelley
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