Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
LORD BYRONThough I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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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!
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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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What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
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The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.
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I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
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Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.
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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.
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Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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Come what may, I have been blest.
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Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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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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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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In solitude, where we are least alone.
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