Lord Byron (January 22, 1788 - April 19, 1824)
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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
When I came up, I was catching onto them quick and passing them, so I just said come with me. And he left me behind.
Thousands and thousands of sexual offenders throughout Florida will have no place to live. How will the taxpayers of Florida feel with thousands of sex offenders possibly wandering the streets because they can't find a place to live. Will that make them feel safer or not?
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.