Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
LORD BYRONTruth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.
More Lord Byron Quotes
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Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.
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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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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?
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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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They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
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What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.
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Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.
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One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
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Adversity is the first path to truth.
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Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull
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Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
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And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music… Speak to me!
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The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
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Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel
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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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