Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. – Lord Byron
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. – 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