History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.
Percy Bysshe Shelley