Lord Byron

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?

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts -- you have no idea of the pain it gives read more

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts -- you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

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

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

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never read more

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.