The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, - and peal, like the eternal thunders of… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“We of the craft are all crazy. Some are affected by gaiety, others by melancholy, but all are more or less touched.” — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
For most men (till by losing rendered sager), Will back their own opinions by a wager — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
