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Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
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O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
Lord Byron
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I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
Lord Byron -
Absence - that common cure of love.
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Fills The air around with beauty.
Lord Byron -
I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.
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I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.
Lord Byron
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Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
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What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Lord Byron -
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Lord Byron -
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.
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I am ashes where once I was fire.
Lord Byron -
As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.
Lord Byron
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But as to women, who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? Man's very sympathy with their estate has much of selfishness and more suspicion. Their love, their virtue, beauty, education, but form good housekeepers, to breed a nation.
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
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Critics are already made.
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Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
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So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Lord Byron