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George Gordon Byron
19 QuotesQuotes by George Gordon Byron
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."
"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."
"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."
"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."
"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned."
"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."
"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."
"In secret we met -In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee? -With silence and tears"
