All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. – 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
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
Theres naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion. – Lord Byron