Quotes By 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.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

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.

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

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

I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.

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.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

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

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

Who loves, raves.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

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

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.