Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship. – Lord Byron

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship. – 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