Maxioms by Lord Byron
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
Her great merit is finding out mine -- there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Her great merit is finding out mine -- there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
