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.
It's kind of like our Social Security number; everyone has one. Everyone has a fingerprint on file with the national government.
We don't have a list. We'll talk to the community about this.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Zora Neale Hurston