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.
This was a solid win for us today. We need to turn it up a notch in the second half of the season and, hopefully, we can carry some momentum into Monday.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
(December 01, 1945 - )
They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?