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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Life is too short for chess.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
...And these vicissitudes come best in youth; For when they happen at a riper age, People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth, And wonder Providence is not more sage. Adversity is the first path to truth: He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
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!
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
