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.
We're not happy in this sentence and we will appeal immediately.
If there's enough objectivity there, they're going to trust the decision.
I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.