Percy Bysshe Shelley

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

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

There is no real wealth but the labor of man.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

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.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.