Lord Byron

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. Anon -Lord Byron.

He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices

He possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence; courage without ferocity; and all the virtues of man without his vices

I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

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?

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