He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Are not the mountains, waves, and skies as much a part of me, as I of them?

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.