Lord Byron

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

Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
- All from George Gordon Noel Byron, 1788 - 1824

About: George Gordon Noel Byron was born at London, England on 22 Jan in 1788. Young Lord Byron hurried through life, inheriting a peerage at age 10, writing poetry to pay the bills from his sexual ambitions and constant drinking. The flashiest of the Romantic poets, those in charge of Poets Corner in Westminster Abbey only posted his plaque a century and a half after his death.