Quotes from Percy Bysshe Shelley

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.

Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows!

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.

Design must be proved before a designer can be inferred.

The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.

The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

All love is sweet, given or returned.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

A husband and wife ought to continue united so long as they love each other. Any law which should bind them to cohabitation for one moment after the decay of their affection would be a most intolerable tyranny, and the most unworthy of toleration.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason.