By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give… — 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
Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root… — 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
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy… — 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
Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an… — 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
