This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. – Lord Byron
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. – Lord Byron
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. – Lord Byron
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. – Lord Byron
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron