Quotes from Lord Byron

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

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

The heart will break, but broken live on.

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

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...

The English winter — ending in July, To recommence in August...

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.

For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinions by a wager.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!

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

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.

I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.