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.
Brevity is the soul of wit.
(April 26, 1564 - April 23, 1616)
I think it's great that we are strong everywhere.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there