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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 devil was the first democrat
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.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Think not I am what I appear.
Let joy be unconfined.
To have joy, one must share it.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
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.
