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Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Ambition category:
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Artists category:
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Drunkenness category:
I have drunken deep of joy, / And I will taste no other wine tonight. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Future category:
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; / Nought may endure but Mutability. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Imagination category:
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Joy category:
The soul's joy lies in doing. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Knowledge category:
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Music category:
Music, when soft voices die / Vibrates in the memory. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Nature category:
There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Nature category:
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Pleasure category:
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Poetry category:
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Prosperity category:
There is no real wealth but the labor of man. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Solitude category:
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Percy Bysshe Shelley - From the Windows category:
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Shelley Winters - From the Standards category:
Good, bad, or indifferent – it doesn't matter, just work. (Shelley Winters)
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