Lord Byron Quotes

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

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

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

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

The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

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.

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

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

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 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.

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

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.

Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

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.

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

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

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.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

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

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.