Maxioms by Lord Byron
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
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 sterner moralist than pleasure.
There is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
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.
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
