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More Quotes by Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
Let joy be unconfined.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
To have joy, one must share it.
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.
...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.
