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More Quotes by Lord Byron
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
The heart will break, but broken live on.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
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.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.