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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself…that a tiger is an optical illusion–well, he will find out he is wrong.

Lord Byron

In solitude, when we are least alone.
LORD BYRON

Alone at Least Solitude
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
LORD BYRON

Life Rainbow Storm
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
LORD BYRON

Deny Doubt Everything Nothing Off Pagan Shake Short Something
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.
LORD BYRON

Any Believe Immortality Nothing Religion
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
LORD BYRON

Always Cheap Laugh Medicine
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
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
LORD BYRON

Die Learn Society Solitude Teach
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
LORD BYRON

Ears Men Music
The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
LORD BYRON

Defend Dog Firmest First Foremost Friend Life Poor Welcome
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
LORD BYRON

Always Fiction Strange Stranger Truth
In solitude, where we are least alone.
LORD BYRON

Alone Lease Solitude
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
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
LORD BYRON

Abyss Bliss Care Fall Into Know Little
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
LORD BYRON

Come Dangerous Late Life Like Love Measles Most
Self praise is no praise at all.
LORD BYRON

All Praise Self
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
LORD BYRON

Cheek Country Existence Face Hollow Hope Least Nothing Paint People Person Rub See Touch Truth

If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself…that a tiger is an optical illusion–well, he will find out he is wrong.

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