George Gordon Byron
England
22 Jan 1788 // 19 Apr 1824
Poet
22 Jan 1788 // 19 Apr 1824
Poet
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Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?
Who loves, raves
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves
They never fail who die in a great cause
There is no instinct like that of the heart
The �good old times� - all times when old are good
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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