All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
Tag: Lord Byron
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What is hope? nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication.
Opinions are made to be changed – or how is the truth to be got at.
In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee.
On with the dance! Let joy be undefined!
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.