Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
LORD BYRONMan is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
LORD BYRONBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
LORD BYRONWho then will explain the explanation?
LORD BYRONA drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONThe 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 BYRONThere 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 BYRONMy heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
LORD BYRONFor truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRONBe thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
LORD BYRONFew things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
LORD BYRONThe first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism.
LORD BYRONYou gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
LORD BYRONThere are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
LORD BYRONThe lapse of ages changes all things – time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
LORD BYRONIf I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
LORD BYRONIt is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
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