There’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
LORD BYRONThere’s not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
LORD BYRONReason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
LORD BYRONShe 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.
LORD BYRONWhat’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
LORD BYRONWe are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
LORD BYRONA small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions… think.
LORD BYRONAnd gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
LORD BYRONLet us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
LORD BYRONWhy 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 BYRONThere is music in all things, if men had ears.
LORD BYRONI learned to love despair.
LORD BYRONHearts will break – yet brokenly, live on.
LORD BYRONBe 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.
LORD BYRONBut 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 BYRONI stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand;
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