The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyA 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.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
Percy Bysshe Shelley