+ Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Lord Byron, Possession, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ But there are wanderers o’er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor’d ne’er shall be. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Anchors, Bark, Eternity, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Angel, Happiness, Meaningful, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ And life ‘s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. Feraz Zeid, September 11, 2023December 26, 2023, Lord Byron, Cups, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Love, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Mind, Mistake, Scratches, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. Feraz Zeid, October 10, 2023December 26, 2023, Lord Byron, Fiction, Funny, Truth, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
+ He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o’er him wept. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Lord Byron, Soul, 0 - Lord Byron Poet · England
The constancy of the wise is only the art of keeping disquietude to one’s self. Explain - François de La Rochefoucauld Writer · France
Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The most amiable people are those who least wound the self-love of others. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
A vain man finds his account in speaking good or evil of himself. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Our self-love can be resigned to the sacrifice of everything but itself. - Jean-Francois de La Harpe Playwright · France