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More Quotes by Lord Byron
To have joy, one must share it.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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.
But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
