Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.

Man, one might say, is a born idolater, and if he cannot find a god, he will make one.

We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

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

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

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 mechanized automaton.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them.

Revenge is a medicine which does not heal.

I am a lover of mankind, and of all that tends to the improvement of mankind.

The mind in its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

All love is sweet, given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.