A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley cheerdarknessnightingale Change image and share on social
There is no real wealth but the labor of man. Percy Bysshe Shelley labormanreal Change image and share on social
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. Percy Bysshe Shelley claimdeaddebt Change image and share on social
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight. Percy Bysshe Shelley deepdrunkenjoy Change image and share on social
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things. Percy Bysshe Shelley differenceimaginationreason Change image and share on social
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 adduceanimateargument Change image and share on social
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect. Percy Bysshe Shelley censuredramafood Change image and share on social
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves. Percy Bysshe Shelley deservefaultjustly Change image and share on social
Familiar acts are beautiful through love. Percy Bysshe Shelley actbeautifulfamiliar Change image and share on social
