Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. – Lord Byron
When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning — how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse. – Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship. – Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron
To be clear, climate change is a true 800 pound gorilla in the room. The effects of global warming threaten global environmental upheaval over the coming century. But for South Florida and the Everglades, it could be our death knell if urgent action is not taken. – Debbie Wasserman Schultz