War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted - Percy Bysshe Shelley
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The man Of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys:Power, like a desolating pestilence,Pollutes whate'er it touches, and obedience,Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,A mechanised automaton. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love replused - but it returneth - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I can give not what men call love;But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts aboveAnd the heavens reject not:The desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for the morrow,The devotion to something afarFrom the sphere of our sorrow? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Soul meets soul on lovers lips. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
See the mountains kiss high HeavenAnd the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother;And the sunlight clasps the earth,And the moonbeams kiss the sea -What is all this sweet work worthIf thou kiss not me? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The being called God...bears every mark of a veil woven by philosophical conceit, to hide the ignorance of philosophers even from themselves. They borrow the threads of its texture from the anthropomorphism of the vulgar. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
A man, to be greatly good, must magine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Death is a veil which those who live call life, Sleep and it is lifted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder. - Percy Bysshe Shelley