Lord Byron (January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824)
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Each center is one of a kind, but this one will have both a market place and a village.
I ran to the house and fire was already shooting out some of the windows.
Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.