Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness. Votes: 18
War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men. Votes: 2
War, waged from whatever motive, extinguishes the sentiment of reason and justice in the mind. Votes: 1
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially. Votes: 0
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. Votes: 0
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won Votes: 0
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Votes: 0
... as belief is a passion of the mind, no degree of criminality is attachable to disbelief; ... Votes: 0
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. Votes: 0
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. Votes: 0
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Votes: 0
Soul meets soul on lovers lips. Votes: 0
God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist. Votes: 0
I love tranquil solitude. Votes: 0
A dream has power to poison sleep. Votes: 0
A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage. Votes: 0
Can man be free if woman be a slave? Votes: 0
Deep truth is imageless. Votes: 0
For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think. Votes: 0
I Fall upon the thorns of life.... Votes: 0
I have drunken deep of joy... Votes: 0
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! Votes: 0
Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Votes: 0
In proportion as a man is selfish, so far has he receded from the motive which constitutes virtue. Votes: 0
Jealousy's eyes are green. Votes: 0
Joy, once lost, is pain Votes: 0
Just a tender sense of my own process, that holds something of my connection with the divine. Votes: 0
Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose. Votes: 0
Love's very pain is sweet Votes: 0
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Votes: 0
Necessity, thou mother of the world! Votes: 0
Nought may endure but Mutability. Votes: 0
O! I burn with impatience for the moment of the dissolution of intolerance; it has injured me. Votes: 0
Peace is in the grave. Votes: 0
Poet's food is love and fame. Votes: 0
Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman. Votes: 0
The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note. Votes: 0
The soul's joy lies in doing. Votes: 0
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy! Votes: 0
Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam! Votes: 0
Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity! Votes: 0
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. Votes: 0
We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece. Votes: 0
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven. Votes: 0
What! alive, and so bold, O earth? Votes: 0