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.
We hope to have everyone back on by Tuesday evening.
It's me and Gerard on the porch, talking about how Gerard's not cool!
(September 10, 1980 - )
What breaks in a moment may take years to mend.