Lord Byron Famous Quotes & Sayings
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That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

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

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Fill high the cup with Samian wine!

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.

My native land, good night!

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South

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

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

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

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

The French courage proceeds from vanity

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

Think not I am what I appear.

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

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

Whatsoever thy birth, thou were a beautiful thought and softly bodied forth.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Eat, drink and love ... the rest is not worth a nickel

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

I am not now
That which I have been.

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.

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

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music ... Speak to me!

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

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

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

I see before me the gladiator lie.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

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

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

Self praise is no praise at all.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

That low vice, curiosity!

I speak not of men's creeds - they rest between Man and his Maker.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Time strips our illusions of their hue, And one by one in turn, some grand mistake Casts off its bright skin yearly like the snake.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.