708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory...

Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

Contemporary criticism only represents the amount of ignorance genius has to contend with. . . . Time will reverse the judgement of the vulgar.

All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the abysses of the deep, all objects of our life, even life itself, and the poor pittance which the laws allow of liberty, the fellowship of man, those duties which his heart of human love should urge him to perform instinctively, are bought and sold as in a public mart of not disguising selfishness, that sets on each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.

Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.

His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.