The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron
Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. – Lord Byron
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon — the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it. – Lord Byron
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. – Lord Byron