Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
Percy Shelley (1792 - 1822)
Source: A Defence of Poetry.
Contributed by: Zaady
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
Source: One Word is too often frofaned
All of us, who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.
For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.
Source: Translation of Calderon's Magico Prodigioso. Scene i.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.
Source: Adonais. lii.
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