Quotes
Quotes - Shelley
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
For there are deeds Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
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.
'Twas his ambition, generous and great A life to life's great end to consecrate.
How many a rustic Milton has passed by, Stifling the speechless longings of his heart, In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies, no longer tameless then, To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!
