A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
Interpretation
Government is seen as a necessary evil due to human flaws; in a perfect society, it would not be needed.
Percy Bysshe Shelley expresses a critical view of government, labeling it as an 'evil' that arises from the imperfections and moral failings of humanity. He suggests that if all individuals were inherently good and wise, there would be no need for government, implying that it exists primarily to manage human vices and thoughtlessness. In essence, Shelley envisions a utopian future where moral character eliminates the need for governance.
In practice
In a debate on the need for government, one might quote Shelley to highlight the imperfections of humanity.
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
I know some of my memories are made up and they are far more powerful than the things that actually happened. For example, I always remember my brother posting me a copy of 'Dubliners' from Africa, but he says he never did.
Defense is superior to opulence.
One of the greatest snares is the number of good things we might do. Jesus Christ never did the good things He might have done, He did everything He ought to do because He had His eye fixed on His Father's will and He sacrificed Himself for His Father.
We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us represents.
I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.
I think that my darkest moment was the Iraq war and the fact that we could not stop it.
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