Percy Bysshe Shelley

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

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.

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

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

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.

The soul's joy lies in doing.

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.

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

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

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