Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.

Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.