In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;… — 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 practice of utter sincerity towards other men would avail to no good end, if they were incapable of practising it towards… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
And priests dare babble of a God of peace, Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood, Murdering the while, uprooting… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
It is our will That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To… — 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
