All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions. – Lord Byron