Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThere is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.
Percy Bysshe Shelley