With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
Lord ByronIt is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
Lord ByronBut words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Lord Byron