Quotes from Lord Byron

Sofas 'twas half a sin to sit upon, So costly were they; carpets, every stitch Of workmanship so rare, they make you wish You could glide o'er them like a golden fish.

There's nothing in the world like etiquette In kingly chambers, or imperial halls, As also at the race and county balls.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages: but no one cares for matrimonial cooings

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

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

Who loves, raves.

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.

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

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

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.

Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?

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

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.