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. Percy Bysshe Shelley addbrothercrime Change image and share on social
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. Percy Bysshe Shelley carecathappy Change image and share on social
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. Percy Bysshe Shelley enduremanmorrow Change image and share on social
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. Percy Bysshe Shelley consumelightningpoetry Change image and share on social
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory. Percy Bysshe Shelley diememorymusic Change image and share on social
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem. Percy Bysshe Shelley casecommentcrux share on social
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim. Percy Bysshe Shelley awarenesschangeconstitute share on social
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. Percy Bysshe Shelley assassindelightgame Change image and share on social
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. Percy Bysshe Shelley goodgreatimagination Change image and share on social
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. Percy Bysshe Shelley cyclichistoryman Change image and share on social
