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More Quotes by Lord Byron
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.
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.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel