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Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; -- all this comes of Authorship.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Belief
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All are inclined to believe what they covet, from a lottery-ticket up to a passport to Paradise.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Birth
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What a strange thing is the propagation of life! A bubble of seed which may be spilt in a whore's lap, or in the orgasm of a voluptuous dream, might (for aught we know) have formed a Caesar or a Bonaparte -- there is nothing remarkable recorded of their sires, that I know of.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Birthdays
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Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days -- whatever there may be for the dust -- the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Bravery
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The French courage proceeds from vanity
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Chance
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Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Change
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The lapse of ages changes all things -- time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Chaos
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Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Charity
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All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Christianity
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I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Communism
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I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Concentration
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Our thoughts take the wildest flight: Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Conscience
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No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Contentment
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There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Contradiction
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What an antithetical mind! -- tenderness, roughness -- delicacy, coarseness -- sentiment, sensuality -- soaring and groveling, dirt and deity -- all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Credit
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O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapor.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Criticism
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A man must serve his time to every trade save censure -- critics all are ready made.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Critics are already made.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Crying
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Oh! too convincing -- dangerously dear -- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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The drying up a single tear has more of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Curiosity
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That low vice, curiosity!
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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