If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet.
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Oh, cease! must hate and death return? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
Obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton.