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 is telling Merck that you have to be careful. You can't just give (Cox-2s) to everybody.
It did keep us awake a couple of nights, thinking about it.
Those you trust the most can steal the most.