True love in this differs from gold and clay, that to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright, gazing on many truths.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyMan's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyEverytime we say that god is the author of some phenomenon, that signifies that we are ignorant of how such a phenomenon was caused by the forces of nature.
Percy Bysshe Shelley