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More Quotes by Lord Byron
Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
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!
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!
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.