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• Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And hating no one, love but only her!
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 177...
• Will she still love you tomorrow?
• In her first passion woman loves her lover, In all the others all she loves is love.
  -- George Gordon, Lord Byron, "Don Jua...
• And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Mazeppa, Stanza 10...
• To have, to love, and then to part, Is the saddest story of the Human Heart.
• In her first passion woman loves her lover: In all the others, all she loves is love.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iii, Stanza 3...
• The precious porcelain of human clay. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 11
• A little woman fell in love with a man 90 years old--until she made a date with him.
  She goes out with him that night, and a friend says the next morning, "How did you like him?...
• She says hello, you fool, I love you.