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More Quotes by Lord Byron
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
Think not I am what I appear.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Let joy be unconfined.
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.