It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyHeaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThose who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.
Percy Bysshe Shelley