Lord Byron

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

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

“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.”

“When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.”

“Farewell! if ever fondest prayer But waft thy name beyond the sky.”

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,”

“I only know we loved in vain;I only feel — farewell! farewell!”

“When we two partedTo sever for years.”

“In secret we metWith silence and tears.”

“Near this spotBOATSWAIN, a DOG”

“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend,The first to welcome, foremost to defend.”

“Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!”

“The love where Death has set his seal,Nor falsehood disavow.”

“The best prophet of the future is the past.”

“And thou wert lovely to the last,Shine brightest as they fall from high.”

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

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

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

“Where may the wearied eye repose To make man blush there was but one!”

“You are the fools, not I — for I did dwell The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.”

“My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.”

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

“Fare thee well! and if forever,'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.”

“My hair is grey, but not with years,As men's have grown from sudden fears.”

“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.”

“Oh, God! it is a fearful thingIn any shape, in any mood.”

“Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?”

“A light broke in upon my brain, —The sweetest song ear ever heard.”

“There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.”

“There be none of Beauty's daughtersIs thy sweet voice to me.”

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

“I had a dream, which was not all a dream.”

“Though the day of my Destiny's over,The faults which so many could find.”

“In the desert a fountain is springing,Which speaks to my spirit of thee.”

“The careful pilot of my proper woe.”

“As the liberty lads o'er the sea And down with all kings but King Ludd!”

“My boat is on the shore,Here's a double health to thee!”

“Here's a sigh to those who love me,Here's a heart for every fate.”

“Were't the last drop in the well,'T is to thee that I would drink.”

“"Bring forth the horse!" — the horse was brought;Were in his limbs.”

“When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,    And, if not shot or hang'd, you'll get knighted.”

“Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.”

“The best of prophets of the future is the past.”

“The world is a bundle of hay,And the greatest of all is John Bull!”

“Send me no more reviews of any kind. — I will read no more of evil or good in that line. — Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.”

“BecauseWhich I must feed on for a fault not mine.”

“I live,And so I live. Would I had never lived!”

“That which I am, I am; I did not seekFor life, nor did I make myself.”

“Who killed John Keats?"'Twas one of my feats."”

“He seemsWho has seen yesterday?”

“Sublime tobacco! which from east to westCheers the tar's labor or the Turkman's rest.”

“Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipeThy naked beauties—give me a cigar!”

“Jack was embarrassed — never hero more,And as he knew not what to say, he swore.”

“What's drinking?A mere pause from thinking!”

“Fame is the thirst of youth.”

“My days are in the yellow leaf;Are mine alone!”

“Seek out — less often sought than found —And take thy Rest.”

“She walks in beauty, like the night”

“I awoke one morning and found myself famous.”

“A great poet belongs to no country; his works are public property, and his Memoirs the inheritance of the public.”

“Hands promiscuously applied,Round the slight waist, or down the glowing side.”

“They never fail who dieIn a great cause.”

“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.”

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

“Lord of himself,—that heritage of woe!”

“It is the hour when from the boughs Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.”

“Yet in my lineaments they traceSome features of my father's face.”

“Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.”

“Whose game was empires and whose stakes were thrones,Whose table earth, whose dice were human bones.”

“I loved my country, and I hated him.”

“Friendship is Love without wings.”

“What say you to such a supper with such a woman?”

“I'll publish right or wrong:Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.”

“'Tis pleasure, sure, to see one's name in print;A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.”

“A man must serve his time to every tradeSave censure — critics are ready-made.”

“With just enough of learning to misquote.”

“As soonYou trust in critics, who themselves are sore.”

“Better to err with Pope, than shine with Pye.”

“'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow,And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.”

“Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtleNow melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!”

“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.”

“Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine,And all, save the spirit of man, is divine?”

“Mark! where his carnage and his conquests cease!He makes a solitude, and calls it — peace!”

“Hark! to the hurried question of despair: "Where is my child?"—an echo answers, "Where?"”

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

“He who hath bent him o'er the deadHave swept the lines where beauty lingers.”

“Shrine of the mighty! can it beThat this is all remains of thee?”

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,”

“For freedom's battle, once begun,Though baffled oft, is ever won.”

“And lovelier things have mercy shownExcept an erring sister's shame.”

“The keenest pangs the wretched find The waste of feelings unemployed.”

“Better to sink beneath the shockThan moulder piecemeal on the rock.”

“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.”

“The cold in clime are cold in blood, Their love can scarce deserve the name.”

“I die — but first I have possessed,And come what may, I have been blessed.”

“She was a form of life and light To lift from earth our low desire.”

“The fatal facility of the octosyllabic verse.”

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

“Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.”

“Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.”

“Such hath it been — shall be — beneath the sunThe many still must labour for the one!”

“Hope withering fled, and Mercy sighed farewell!”

“No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.”

“He left a corsair's name to other times,Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.”

“She walks in beauty, like the nightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.”

“The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.”

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

“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.”

“And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!”

“Sighing that Nature formed but one such man,And broke the die, in molding Sheridan.”

“And to his eyeAnd that was shining on him.”

“She was his life,Which terminated all.”

“A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.”

“When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.”

“Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the mostThe Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.”

“Mont Blanc is the Monarch of mountains;With a Diadem of Snow.”

“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.”

“By thy cold breast and serpent smile,Thyself to be thy proper Hell!”

“My mother Earth!Art a delight—thou shin'st not on my heart.”

“Patience! Hence—that word was madeI am not of thine order.”

“Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.”

“From my youth upwardsMade me a stranger.”

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

“Knowledge is not happiness, and science Which is another kind of ignorance.”

“Whate'erTo be my mediator.”

“The stars are forth, the moon above the tops I learn'd the language of another world.”

“Time! On whose arbitrary wing”

“The heart ran o'erOur spirits from their urns.”

“Old man! ’tis not so difficult to die.”

“So, we'll go no more a rovingAnd the moon be still as bright.”

“The best prophet of the future is the past.”

“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.”

“For the sword outwears its sheath,And love itself have rest.”

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

“Though the night was made for loving,By the light of the moon.”

“His heart was one of those which most enamour us,Who still become more constant as they cool.”

“Besides, they always smell of bread and butter.”

“I love the language, that soft bastard Latin,Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.”

“America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.”

“Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies.”

“The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.”

“O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water! Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.”

“How my soul hates This language, Flattering dust with eternity.”

“By all that's good and glorious.”

“Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.”

“I am the very slave of circumstance I am not what I should be — let it end.”

“But take this with thee: if I was not form'd To profit by them…”

“Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.”

“Oh! if thou hast at length An empire to indulge thee.”

“The dust we tread upon was once alive.”

“My best! my last friends! There be: I shall know soon. Farewell — Farewell.”

“The "good old times" — all times when old are good —Are gone.”

“Where is he, the champion and the childWhose table earth — whose dice were human bones?”

“While Franklin's quiet memory climbs to heaven,Shall sink while there's an echo left to air.”

“It would be difficult, perhaps, to find the annals of a nation less stained with crimes than those of the Armenians, whose virtues have been those of peace, and their vices those of compulsion. But whatever may have been their destiny — and it has been bitter — whatever it may be in future, their country must ever be one of the most interesting on the globe.”

“[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.”

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

“Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.”

“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.”

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

“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

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

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

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

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

“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.”

“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

“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.”

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

“Between two worlds life hovers like a star”

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

“”

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

“The heart will break, but broken live on.”

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

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

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