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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Think not I am what I appear.
Let joy be unconfined.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;... Yet thy true lovers more admire by far Thy naked beauties - give me a cigar!
Life is too short for chess.