Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There is no real wealth but the labor of people. Were the mountains of gold and silver, the world would not be… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, the signet of its all-enslaving power, upon a shining ore, and called it gold: before… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things… — 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
