To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From it's own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, not falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous,beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory
Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhen the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyOne word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
Percy Bysshe Shelley