Quotes By Lord Byron

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.

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

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

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

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

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?

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

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

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.

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

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

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

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

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

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.

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.

I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.

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.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

Absence - that common cure of love.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

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.

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

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

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

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

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