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More Quotes by Lord Byron
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.