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Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#his #like #man #may #morrow

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#bounds #break #dark #death #first

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#had #haunted #i #me #midnight

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

#before #fraught #laughter #look #our

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

#been #could #had #harmony #heard

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. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#adds #brother #crime #does #excuse

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#saddest #songs #sweetest #tell #those

Familiar acts are beautiful through love. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#beautiful #familiar #love #through

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#drunken #i #joy #other #taste

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#delight #game #hired #jest #lawyer