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.
He was upset because he thought I was going there and I did give him my word on that.
The most likely pattern is for mortgage rates to gradually rise over time. It is likely that they'll hover at 6 percent or just a bit over.
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.