I love not man the less, but Nature more. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron

I love not man the less, but Nature more. – Lord Byron
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone. – Lord Byron
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all. – Lord Byron
Your letter of excuses has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon — the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is a corn upon it. – Lord Byron
Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,