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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Land of lost gods and godlike men.
Let joy be unconfined.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.