Though sages may pour out their wisdoms treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure. – Lord Byron
Theres naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion. – Lord Byron
Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it. – Lord Byron
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 butchers cleaver. – Lord Byron
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 lifes page, And be alone on earth, as I am now. – Lord Byron
For truth is always strange stranger than fiction. – Lord Byron
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction. – Lord Byron
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. – Lord Byron
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. – Lord Byron
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether. – Lord Byron
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! – Lord Byron
I love not man the less, but Nature more. – Lord Byron
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. – Lord Byron
The heart will break, but broken live on. – Lord Byron
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. – Lord Byron
Who loves, raves. – Lord Byron
Absence – that common cure of love. – Lord Byron
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life. – Lord Byron
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. – Lord Byron
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of. – Lord Byron
