Our thoughts take the wildest flight: Even at the moment when they should arrange themselves in thoughtful order.
Lord (George Gordon) Byron
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But 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.
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It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts -- you have no idea of the pain it gives one.
- Lord (George Gordon) Byron