Quote #116
All farewells should be sudden.
More from Lord Byron
- The dust we tread upon was once alive.
- The 'good old times' - all times when old are good - Are gone.
- I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse,-borne away with every breath!
- Where is he, the champion and the child Of all that's great or little, wise or wild; Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones;…
- By all that 's good and glorious.
- While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven, Calming the lightning which he thence hath riven, Or drawing from the no less kindled earth…
- Which makes life itself a lie, Flattering dust with eternity.
- If I could envy any man for successful ill nature I should envy Lord Byron for his skill in satirical nomenclature.