We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPoetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhen the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe 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 Shelley