Lord Byron quotes:

There 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.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

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

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Her great merit is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

They never fail who die in a great cause.

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts, you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.

Absence - that common cure of love.

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Yes! Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

What opposite discoveries we have seen! (Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets.) One makes new noses, one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets; But vaccination certainly has been A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets, ...

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.

We of the craft are all crazy.

Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

My beautiful, my own My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Thy very winds feel native to my veins, And cool them into calmness!

Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

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.

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

A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a fools-cap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

Such is your cold coquette, who can't say "No," And won't say "Yes," and keeps you on and off-ing On a lee-shore, till it begins to blow, Then sees your heart wreck'd, with an inward scoffing.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.

The basis of your religion is injustice. The Son of God the pure, the immaculate, the innocent, is sacrificed for the guilty. This proves his heroism, but no more does away with man's sin than a school boy's volunteering to be flogged for another would exculpate a dunce from negligence.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity," Most modern preachers say the same, or show it By their examples of true Christianity: In short, all know, or very short may know it.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

Fame is the thirst of youth.