Percy Bysshe Shelley

The soul's joy lies in doing.

I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; they sleep, and it is lifted.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

The man who has a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound.

The greatest happiness of the greatest number is the foundation of morals and legislation.

We look before and after, and pine for what is not.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively.

Love is free: to promise for ever to love the same woman, is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed: such a vow in both cases, excludes us from all enquiry.

When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.

Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Dull,—oh so dull, so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, Still with this dulness was he cursed!

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy.

I never met a man who wasn't a beast in comparison to him.