#su

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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I am very averse to bringing myself forward in print, but as my account will only appear as an appendage to a former production, and as it will be confined to such topics as have connection with my authorship alone, I can hardly accuse myself of a personal intrusion. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

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It is a farce to call any being virtuous whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

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It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#begin #concentrate #hardly #instead #look

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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First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#dead #debt #die #due #dust

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. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#been #believe #concerning #destiny #earth

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. ↗

— 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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