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Imagination
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If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Immortality
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It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre --but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it --the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Infidelity
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What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Inheritance
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For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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The way to be immortal (I mean not to die at all) is to have me for your heir. I recommend you to put me in your will and you will see that (as long as I live at least) you will never even catch cold.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Intuition
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There is no instinct like that of the heart.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Inventing, Inventions
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This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Irony
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So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers
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Kindness
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The dew of compassion is a tear.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Kisses
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Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire;
Still would I steep my lips in bliss,
And dwell an age on every kiss;
Nor then my soul should sated be,
Still would I kiss and cling to thee:
Nought should my kiss from thine dissever,
Still would we kiss and kiss for ever;
E'en though the numbers did exceed
The yellow harvest's countless seed;
To part would be a vain endeavour:
Could I desist?--ah! never--never.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron, Imitated from Catullus. To Ellen
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Last Words
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All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Laughter
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Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Leadership
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When we think we lead we are most led.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Learning
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With just enough of learning to misquote.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Letters (writing)
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Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Liberty
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It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Life
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When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning -- how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Literary
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'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Love
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Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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Who loves, raves.
-Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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