Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey. Lord Byron on valentines day
Adversity is the first path to truth. Lord Byron on adversity
So for a good old-gentlemanly vi Lord Byron on avarice
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. Lord Byron on death
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. Lord Byron on dreams
O Fame! if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her. Lord Byron on fame
And, after all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade. Lord Byron on honesty
Society is now one polished horde, Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bores and the Bored. Lord Byron on idleness
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly? Lord Byron on justice
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. Lord Byron on laughter
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come. Lord Byron on love
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. Lord Byron on love
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger. Lord Byron on love
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 on marriage
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well. Lord Byron on parting
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below. Lord Byron on success
The power of Thought, the magic of the Mind! Lord Byron on thoughts
The tenor's voice is spoilt by affectation, And for the bass, the beast can only bellow; In fact, he had no singing education, An ignorant, noteless, timeless, tuneless fellow. Lord Byron on voice
O gold! I still prefer thee unto paper which makes bank credit like a bank of vapour. Lord Byron on wealth