Percy Bysshe Shelley

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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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

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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

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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

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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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