A drop of ink may make a million think.
LORD BYRONThe poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.
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Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
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Think not I am what I appear.
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To have joy, one must share it.
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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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Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
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Hatred is the madness of the heart.
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Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas! Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent, That he himself felt only “like a youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth.”
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Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
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It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
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Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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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.
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The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
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If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.
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The heart will break, but broken live on.
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What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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Who then will explain the explanation?
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I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!
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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.
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The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
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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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