Lord Byron

They never fail who die in a great cause…

Friendship is Love without his wings…

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction…

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey…

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship…

Smiles form the channels of a future tear…

I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to…

There’s naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion…

Though sages may pour out their wisdom’s treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure…

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper…

Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it…

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone…

Who loves, raves…