3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley 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.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley 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.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
3 December 2020 Percy Bysshe Shelley Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
