Lord Byron

'Tis strange - but true for truth is always strange Stranger than fiction.

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.

The power of Thought - the magic of the Mind!

Roll on thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.

The "good old times"-all times when old are good.

The past is the best prophet of the future.

A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour.

His speech was a fine sample on the whole Of rhetoric which the learn'd call "rigmarole."

Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes The Bores and the Bored.

In solitude when we are least alone.

If from Society we learn to live Tis Solitude should teach us how to die It hath no flatterers.

The busy have no time for tears.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

The great art of life is sensation to feel that we exist even in pain.

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 aspect and her eyes.

Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were.