Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Jesus Christ opposed with earnest eloquence the panic fears and hateful superstitions which have enslaved mankind for ages. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Love withers under constraints. Its very essence is liberty; it is comparable neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear; it is there most… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
In each human heart terror survives The ravin it has gorged: the loftiest fear All that they would disdain to think were… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
