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I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

Lord Byron

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
LORD BYRON

Been Known Lord Mercantile Politician Wait Written
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
LORD BYRON

All Custom Depth Found Gem Scale Surface Thing Truth Weighted
The great object of life is Sensation – to feel that we exist – even though in pain – it is this “craving void” which drives us to gaming – to battle – to travel – to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
LORD BYRON

Crave Drive Even Exist Feel Game Great Life Object Pain Sensation Though Void
Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only “like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth.”
LORD BYRON

Declare Discovery Explore Fell Grand Great Himself Invention Mind Ocean Only Proverb Scientist Shell Truth Youth
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
LORD BYRON

Fear Find Love Path Prey Way Wolve
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
LORD BYRON

Dep Intrude Lonely Pathless Pleasure Rapture Sea Shore Society Wood
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
LORD BYRON

Add Head Heart Passion Rhyme
Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
LORD BYRON

Drink Eat Love Nickel Rest Worth
What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
LORD BYRON

All Arithmetical Coarseness Deity Delicacy Dirt Groveling Mind Mix Roughness Sensuality Sentiment Soaring Tenderness
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
LORD BYRON

Guest Pretty Welcome Woman
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
LORD BYRON

Count Cry Drawer Embedded Keep Love Money Once Over Sequin Some Such Wek
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation – with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
LORD BYRON

Coarseness Country Force Freedom Model Moderation People Rudeness
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
LORD BYRON

Drop Ink Small Thing Word
That music in itself, whose sounds are song, The poetry of speech.
LORD BYRON

Itself Music Poetry Song Sound Speech
A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.
LORD BYRON

Hour Lay May Ruin Scare State Thousand Year
I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
LORD BYRON

Among Shroud Stood Them Thought

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