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Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
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'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.
Lord Byron
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I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.
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I am ashes where once I was fire.
Lord Byron -
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Lord Byron -
Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.
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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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 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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Absence - that common cure of love.
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In solitude, when we are least alone.
Lord Byron -
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.
Lord Byron -
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Lord Byron
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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”.
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Fame is the thirst of youth.
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Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
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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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Despair and Genius are too oft connected.
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I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
Lord Byron