Quotes from Lord Byron

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

If from Society we learn to live Tis Solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

The busy have no time for tears.

His speech was a fine sample, on the whole, Of rhetoric, which the learn'd call "rigmarole."

The "good old times"-all times, when old, are good.

The past is the best prophet of the future.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore.

The power of Thought, - the magic of the Mind!

Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain, - Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

There is a tide in the affairs of women Which, taken at the flood, leads - God knows where.

Tis enough - Who listens once will listen twice; Her heart be sure is not of ice, And one refusal no rebuff.

Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.

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

"Que scais-je?" was the motto of Montaigne, As also of the first academicians: That all is dubious which man may attain, Was one of their most favourite positions. There's no such thing as certainty, that's plain As any of Mortality's conditions; So little do we know what we're about in This world, I doubt if doubt itself would be doubting.

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 butcher's cleaver.

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

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

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

In solitude, where we are least alone.