Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

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.

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

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

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

A man, to be greatly good, must magine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.

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



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