BYRON

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

And after all what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

I know that two and two make four--& should be glad to prove it too if I could--though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 & 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

I wish he would explain his explanation.

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

'Tis pleasant, sure to see one's name in print;
A book's a book, though there's nothing in't.

To my extreme mortification, I grow wiser every day.