Maxioms by Lord Byron
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
