Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
LORD BYRONThe best prophet of the future is the past.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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The busy have no time for tears.
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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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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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The heart will break, but broken live on.
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The devil was the first democrat
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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
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There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
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A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
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I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
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It 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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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
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Self praise is no praise at all.
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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.
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All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
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And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
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Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Eternity forbids thee to forget.
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Let joy be unconfined.
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