Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

beauty


Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

beauty


Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

best


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.

change


Percy Bysshe Shelley

Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.

death


Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

fear


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.

food


Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

food


Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

future


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.

government


Percy Bysshe Shelley

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

history


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.

hope


Percy Bysshe Shelley

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

imagination


Percy Bysshe Shelley

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.

imagination


Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

money


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