Alas! there is no instinct like the heart… – Lord Byron
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. – Lord Byron
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all. – Lord Byron
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned. – Lord Byron
And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul. – Sarah Smiley