Percy Shelley

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.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Have you not heard When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo, His best friends hear no more of him?

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth.

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half of the human race to misery.