Quotes By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

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.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

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.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

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.

Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

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.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.