“It is probable that what we call thought is not an actual being, but no more than the relation between certain parts of that infinitely varied mass, of which the rest of the universe is composed, and which ceases to exist as soon as those parts change their position with regard to each other.”
“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I have drunken deep of joy,And I will taste no other wine tonight.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Soul meets soul on lovers lips.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”
Percy Bysshe Shelley