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
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes - are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
It is impossible that had Buonaparte descended from a race of vegetable feeders that he could have had either the inclination or… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys: Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience, Bane of… — 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
