Maxioms by 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?
Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
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.
