I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
Lord ByronThere is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord ByronI have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
Lord Byron