Lord Byron

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

I wish he would explain his explanation

I wish he would explain his explanation

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.