To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
Lord ByronRoll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Lord ByronThere's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.
Lord Byron