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.
That typical supply-demand balance is only one of the drivers now. You have to think of what the oil price is doing and the link to Brazil and its ethanol allocation versus its sugar allocation.
In Europe, one kind of racism is acceptable. It is fashionable to take an anti-Muslim position. Our job as Muslims is to combat that.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.