You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
My chest of books divide amongst my friends.
Death is Life's high meed.
I find I cannot exist without Poetry
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.