Lord Byron Quote

When age cools the blood and pleasures are things of the past, the dearest memory remains the last, and our sweetest recollection, the first kiss.

I only go out to renew the need to be alone.

Friendship is love, but without its wings.

A man's love is something apart in his life, while a woman's is her entire existence.

The more I know men, the less I like them; if I could say the same about women, I would be much better off.

To fight against our destiny would be a struggle like that of the sheaf of ears of corn wanting to resist the sickle.

Life is too short to devote oneself to chess.

Never advise a man to distrust a woman he is already married to. It's too late for him.

He who falls from a well-fulfilled happiness, cares little about how deep the abyss is.

There is nothing more uncertain than the number of years of the ladies who claim to be of a certain age.

Blood serves only to wash the hands of ambition.