Lord Byron

Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever

Let us not unman each other; part at once; all farewells should be sudden, when forever

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

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?

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.