The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
LORD BYRONSelf praise is no praise at all.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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Self praise is no praise at all.
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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.
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I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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Hatred is the madness of the heart.
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Hearts will break – yet brokenly, live on.
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The devil was the first democrat
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A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
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Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
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Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
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A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn’t know.
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They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
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The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.
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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen
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Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
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Come what may, I have been blest.
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I awoke one day to find myself famous.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
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Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
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Absence – that common cure of love.
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If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
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